6. Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.
7. As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.
8. There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number:
9. My dove, mine undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother, She is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed; The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10. Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, Terrible as troops with banners?