Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
Look, you are beautiful, my love; look, you are beautiful. You have gentle, soft-looking eyes like doves in your hair. Your hair is like a group of goats from Mount Gilead, looking neat and tidy.