Song of Solomon 4:5 YLT

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.

⁷  Thou 'art' all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,