2. Dodi (my beloved) is gone down into his gan (garden), to the beds of spices, to feed in the ganim (gardens), and to gather shoshanim (lilies).
3. I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; he feedeth among the shoshanim.
4. Thou art yafeh, O my love, as Tirtzah, lovely as Yerushalayim, awe-inspiring as bannered troops on the march.
5. Turn away thine eyes from me, for they overwhelm me; thy hair is as an eder of goats that descend from Gil`ad.
6. Thy teeth are as an eder harechalim (flock of ewes) which go up from the washing, whereof every one is matched, and there is not one missing among them.
7. As a half pomegranate is thy temple within thy veil.