Cantar de los Cantares 4:5DRA

3Thy lips like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech comely: thy temples like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.

4Thy neck like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

5Thy two breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

6Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

7Thou all fair, my love; no spot in thee.