As a piece of sweet glistening fruit, A pomegranate abundant and full. Are thy temples filled with, The sweetness of God’s word. Within thy locks Is knowledge, wisdom, and understanding.
Thy teeth are clean; As a flock of sheep, sheared, Which go up from the washing. God’s Word makes them strong, Whereof every one beareth twins. And encourages the rest, There is not one barren among them.
Turn away thine eyes from me, Their attraction is strong. For they have overcome me, Like the cry for deliverance from Jabesh To save them from the wrong. Thy hair is flowing, As a flock of goats; Running down the hills, And into the dales. That appear from Gilead, The land of Nahash’s defeat.
Thou art beautiful, But why so rebellious? O my love, as Tirzah, Whose marble adornments ravish All who visit her streets. Comely as Jerusalem, The worship of the Lord Filling its halls with praise. Terrible as an army with banners, Advancing on the enemy.