6 ⁴ You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love,
comely as Jerusalem,
terrible as an army with banners.
6 ⁵ Turn away your eyes from me, for they disturb me -
Your hair is like a flock of goats,
moving down the slopes of Gilead.
6 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 is bereaved.
6 ⁷ Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.
6 ⁸ There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
6 ⁹ My dove, my perfect one, is only one, the darling of her mother, flawless to her that bore her.
The maidens saw her and called her happy;
the queens and concubines also, and they praised her.
6 ¹⁰ "Who is this that looks forth like the dawn,
fair as the moon,
bright as the sun,
terrible as an army with banners?"

6 ¹¹ 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.
6 ¹² Before I was aware, my fancy set me in a chariot beside my prince.