The man speaks

4 My darling, you are beautiful,

like [SIM] Tirzah the capital city of Israel and Jerusalem the capital city of Judah are beautiful;

you are as exciting [MET] as a group/battalion of troops holding up their banners.

5 Quit looking at me like that,

because your eyes excite me very much.

Your long black hair moves from side to side like [SIM] a flock of black goats

moving down the slopes of Gilead Mountain.

6 Your teeth are very white

like [SIM] a flock of sheep whose wool has just been shorn

and that have come up from being washed in a stream.

You have all of your teeth;

none of them is missing.

7 Beneath your veil,

your cheeks are like [SIM] the halves of a pomegranate.

8 Even if a king had 60 queens and 80 ◄concubines/slave wives►

and more young women than anyone can count,

9 none of them would be like my dove, who is perfect,

you who are your mother’s only daughter,

whom your mother considers to be very precious.

Other young women who see you say that you are fortunate,

and the queens and concubines recognize that you are very beautiful.