Song of Solomon 4:4 YLT

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,

⁴  As the tower of David 'is' thy neck, built for an armoury, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty.

⁵  Thy two breasts 'are' as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.

⁶  Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense.