O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the cliffs, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved! Behold, you are beautiful! Your eyes are like doves perched behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, leaping down the hills of Gilead.
My dove, my perfect one, is the only one, the only daughter of her mother, special to the one who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed, the queens and concubines also, and they praised her.