7. Like a slice of pomegranate is the curve of your facebehind the veil of your hair.
8. There may be sixty queensand eighty secondary wives,young women beyond counting,
9. but my dove, my perfect one, is one of a kind.To her mother she’s the only one,radiant to the one who bore her.Young women see her and declare her fortunate;queens and secondary wives praise her.
10. Who is this, gazing down like the morning star,beautiful as the full moon,radiant as the sun,formidable as those lofty sights?[Man]
11. To the nut grove I went downto look upon the fresh growth in the valley,to see whether the vine was in flower,whether the pomegranates had bloomed.
12. I hardly knew myself;she had set me in an official’s chariot![Man]
13. Come back, come back, Shulammite!Come back, come back, so we may admire you.How you all admire the Shulammiteas she whirls between two circles of dancers!