Who is this daughter that's sweet to my sight br This maiden that's to my heart's a delight? br For my heart's taken by her smile so bright br And captured by her dovely eyes so light. br br I beheld her with her peaceful glances br Gazed 'pon her beauty - her soul's quietness; br And I took delight in her loveliness, br Being taken by her face's sweetness. br br For her beauty is not of jewelry br Nor of the aesthetics of the silly br 'Tis not even of dressing fancily br Nor of seductive speech of her body. br br But her beauty is of what is hidden br From her heart, desirable and golden; br Her beauty is of the woman within br And created by the Lord of heaven. br br Behold, the innocence her smile displays br And the shalom that I see in her face - br 'Tis the true comeliness I want to chase, br The love I'm asking from the God of grace. br br The pur'ty in your eyes overwhelms me br Like those of the Shulamite - they're lovely; br Your face of calmness, so sweet and comely, br Is better than my delight in honey.