3 Like a braid of scarlet are thy lips,
And thy mouth is lovely: [[156]]
Like a part of the pomegranate
Are thy cheeks behind thy veil;
4 Thy neck is like the tower of David,
Reared for the builder’s model:
A thousand shields are hung upon it, [[157]]
All sorts of bucklers of the mighty.
5 Thy bosom like two young fawns,
Twins of a gazelle, feeding among lilies.