8. There are sixty queensAnd eighty concubines,And virgins without number.
9. My dove, my perfect one,Is the only one,The only one of her mother,The favorite of the one who bore her.The daughters saw herAnd called her blessed,The queens and the concubines,And they praised her.
10. Who is she who looks forth as the morning,Fair as the moon,Clear as the sun,Awesome as an army with banners?
11. I went down to the garden of nutsTo see the verdure of the valley,To see whether the vine had buddedAnd the pomegranates had bloomed.
12. Before I was even aware,My soul had made meAs the chariots of my noble people.
13. Return, return, O Shulamite;Return, return, that we may look upon you!What would you see in the Shulamite—As it were, the dance of the two camps?