7. Your cheeks behind your veilare like slices of a pomegranate.
8. There may be sixty queens and eighty slave womenand so many girls you cannot count them,
9. but there is only one like my dove, my perfect one.She is her mother’s only daughter,the brightest of the one who gave her birth.The young women saw her and called her happy;the queens and the slave women also praised her.
10. Who is that young womanthat shines out like the dawn?She is as pretty as the moon,as bright as the sun,as wonderful as an army flying flags.
11. I went down into the orchard of nut treesto see the blossoms of the valley,to look for buds on the vines,to see if the pomegranate trees had bloomed.
12. Before I realized it, my desire for you made me feellike a prince in a chariot.
13. Come back, come back, woman of Shulam.Come back, come back,so we may look at you!Why do you want to look at the woman of Shulamas you would at the dance of two armies?