7. Your temples behind your veilare like the halves of a pomegranate.
8. Sixty queens there may be,and eighty concubines,and virgins beyond number;
9. but my dove, my perfect one, is unique,the only daughter of her mother,the favourite of the one who bore her.The young women saw her and called her blessed;the queens and concubines praised her.
10. Who is this that appears like the dawn,fair as the moon, bright as the sun,majestic as the stars in procession?