Cantares 4

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil; thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from mount Gilead.

HE aquí que tú eres hermosa, amiga mía; he aquí que tú eres hermosa; tus ojos entre tus guedejas como de paloma; tus cabellos como manada de cabras, que se muestran desde el monte de Galaad.

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.

Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.