[4] Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners. [5] Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead. [6] Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them. [7] As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks. [8] There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number. [9] My dove, my undefiled is but one; of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. [10] Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners? [11] I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded. [12] Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots [13] Return, O Shulamite; return, that we may look in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.