Study Desk

HEBeautiful, art thou, my fair one, as Tirzah, comely, as Jerusalem, - majestic as bannered hosts!

Turn away thine eyes from me, for, they, have excited me, - Thy hair, is like a flock of goats, that are reclining on the sides of Mount Gilead:

Thy teeth, are like a flock of sheep which have come up from the washing-place, - whereof, all of them, are twin-bearers, and bereaved, is there none among them:

Like a slice of pomegranate, are thy temples, from behind thy veil:

Threescore, are the queens, and, fourscore, are the concubines, - and, virgins, there are, without number.

One alone, is my dove, my perfect one, one alone, was she to her mother, Pure, was she to her that bare her, - The daughters, have seen her, and pronounced her happy, Queens and concubines, and they have praised her.

THEYWho is this, that looketh forth like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, pure as the sun, majestic as bannered hosts?