Song of Solomon 4:1 YLT

¹  Lo, thou 'art' fair, my friend, lo, thou 'art' fair, Thine eyes 'are' doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead,

²  Thy teeth as a row of the shorn ones That have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

³  As a thread of scarlet 'are' thy lips, And thy speech 'is' comely, As the work of the pomegranate 'is' thy temple behind thy veil,