2. My beloved went down to 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. O my love, you are as fair as Tirtsah, Lovely as Yerushalayim, Awesome as an army with banners!
5. Turn your eyes away from me, Because they overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats That have hopped down from Gil‛aḏ.
6. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep That have come up from the washing; All of them bear twins, And not one among them has lost her young.