2. My beloved has gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3. I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feeds his flock among the lilies.
4. You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
5. Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me: your hair is as a flock of goats going down from Gilead.
6. Your teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, every one bears twins, and there is not one barren among them.