4 How beautiful you are, my darling!
    Oh, you are beautiful!
Your eyes behind your veil [^Cimparting a sense of mystery] are like doves [1:15].
    Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead [^Ca beautiful site in central Transjordan near the Jabbok river; the image indicates lush, flowing hair].
² Your teeth are like ·newly [^La flock of] sheared sheep
    just coming from ·their bath [a washing; ^Cwhite].
Each one has a twin,
    and none of them is missing [^Ca compliment in an age before dentistry].