1. See, you are fair, my love! See, you are fair! Your eyes are as doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, Going down from Mount Gil‛aḏ.
2. Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep Which have come up from the washing, All of them bear twins, and not one loses her young.
3. Your lips are like a cord of scarlet, And your speech is lovely. Your cheeks behind your veil are like a piece of pomegranate.