4 He: You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners. (1Ki 14:17; Ps 48:2; Ps 50:2; So 1:5; So 1:15; So 6:10; La 2:15; Re 21:2)5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they overwhelm me— Your hair is like a flock of goats leaping down the slopes of Gilead. (So 4:1)6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes that have come up from the washing; all of them bear twins; not one among them has lost its young. (So 4:2)7 Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil. (So 4:3)8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and virgins without number. (1Ki 11:3; Ps 45:9; Ps 45:14; So 3:7)9 My dove, my perfect one, is the only one, the only one of her mother, pure to her who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines also, and they praised her. (Ge 30:13; Pr 17:25; So 2:14; So 5:2; So 6:8)10 “Who is this who looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awesome as an army with banners?” (So 3:6; So 6:4)11 She: I went down to the nut orchard to look at the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vines had budded, whether the pomegranates were in bloom. (Job 8:11; So 7:12)12 Before I was aware, my desire set me among the chariots of my kinsman, a prince.