9. My dove, my perfect one, is the only one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the favorite one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10. Who is she that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
11. I went down into the garden of nuts to see the blossoms of the valley, and to see whether the vine had budded, and the pomegranates were in bloom.
12. Before I was aware, my desire had made me as the chariots of my noble people.
13. Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon you. Why will you look upon the Shulamite? As upon a dance before two armies?.