Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.

You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.

Εισαι ωραια, αγαπητη μου, ως Θερσα, ευχαρις ως η Ιερουσαλημ, τρομερα ως στρατευμα με σημαιας.

Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.