You are all fair, my love, and not a blemish is on you.
See, you are fair, my love! See, you are fair! Your eyes are as doves.
And to Him who is able to keep you from stumbling, and to present you blameless before the presence of His esteem with exceeding joy,
in the body of His flesh through death, to present you set-apart, and blameless, and unreprovable before Him,
See, you are fair, my love! See, you are fair! Your eyes are as doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, Going down from Mount Gilʽ
So then, beloved ones, looking forward to this, do your utmost to be found by Him in peace, spotless and blameless,
The daughter of the Sovereign Is all esteemed within the palace; Her dress is embroidered with gold.
His mouth is most sweet, And he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Yerushalayim!
And let the Sovereign delight in your loveliness; Because He is your Master – bow yourself to Him.
“How good are your tents, O Yaʽ
And I, Yoḥ
I was sleeping, But my heart was awake – the voice of my beloved! He knocks, “Open for me, my sister, My love, my dove, my perfect one; For my head is drenched with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.”