⁹ I liken you, my darling, to a mare
    among Pharaoh’s chariot horses.^(A)

² Like a lily among thorns
    is my darling among the young women.

4 How beautiful you are, my darling!
    Oh, how beautiful!
    Your eyes behind your veil^(A) are doves.^(B)
Your hair is like a flock of goats
    descending from the hills of Gilead.^(C)

⁷ You are altogether beautiful,^(A) my darling;
    there is no flaw^(B) in you.

² I slept but my heart was awake.
    Listen! My beloved is knocking:
“Open to me, my sister, my darling,
    my dove,^(A) my flawless^(B) one.^(C)
My head is drenched with dew,
    my hair with the dampness of the night.”

⁴ You are as beautiful as Tirzah,^(A) my darling,
    as lovely as Jerusalem,^(B)
    as majestic as troops with banners.^(C)