Song of Solomon 6:4 YLT

²  My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³  I 'am' my beloved's, and my beloved 'is' mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

⁴  Fair 'art' thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.

⁵  Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair 'is' as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,

⁶  Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.