Song of Solomon 6:4

Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women?

Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?

My beloved has gone down to his garden,

to the beds of spices,

to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine.

He browses among the lilies.

Turn away your eyes from me,

for they have overcome me.

Your hair is like a flock of goats,

that lie along the side of Gilead.

Your teeth are like a flock of ewes,

which have come up from the washing,

of which every one has twins;

not one is bereaved among them.

Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.