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.