6. Your teeth are like a flock of sheepcoming up from the washing;each has its twin;not one of them is missing.
7. Like a slice of pomegranateis your forehead behind your veil.
8. There may be sixty queens,and eighty concubines,and young women without number.
9. But she is unique!My dove, my perfect one!She is the special daughter of her mother,she is the favorite of the one who bore her.The maidens saw her and complimented her;the queens and concubines praised her: