⁴     Your neck is elegant like the tower of David,
        perfectly fit stone-by-stone.
    There hang a thousand shields,
        the shields of mighty men.
⁵     Your breasts are like two fawns,
        twin gazelles grazing in a meadow of lilies.
⁶     As the day breathes its morning breeze
        and shadows turn and flee,
    I will go up your myrrh mountain
        and climb your frankincense hill.