Song of Solomon 6:5

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.

You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah,

lovely as Jerusalem,

awesome as an army with banners.

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.

There are sixty queens, eighty concubines,

and virgins without number.