3. I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth his flock among the lilies.
4. Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:
5. Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.
6. Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.