Turn your eyes away from me – they overwhelm 1 me! Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Mount Gilead.
The Lover to His Beloved: Oh, 2 you are beautiful, my darling! 3 Oh, you are beautiful! Your eyes behind your veil are like doves. 4 Your hair is like a flock of female goats descending 5 from Mount Gilead.