⁴ My love, you are as beautiful as Jerusalem,
    as lovely as the city of Tirzah,
    as breathtaking as these great cities.^[a]
5 Turn your eyes away from me;
    they are holding me captive.
Your hair dances like a flock of goats
    bounding down the hills of Gilead.
⁶ Your teeth are as white as a flock of sheep
    that have just been washed.
Not one of them is missing;
    they are all perfectly matched.