6. Your teeth are as white as sheepthat are freshly washed.Your smile is flawless,each tooth matched with its twin.
7. Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranatesbehind your veil.
8. Even among sixty queensand eighty concubinesand countless young women,
9. I would still choose my dove, my perfect one—the favorite of her mother,dearly loved by the one who bore her.The young women see her and praise her;even queens and royal concubines sing her praises:
10. “Who is this, arising like the dawn,as fair as the moon,as bright as the sun,as majestic as an army with billowing banners?”
11. I went down to the grove of walnut treesand out to the valley to see the new spring growth,to see whether the grapevines had buddedor the pomegranates were in bloom.
12. Before I realized it,my strong desires had taken me to the chariot of a noble man.
13. Return, return to us, O maid of Shulam.Come back, come back, that we may see you again.Why do you stare at this young woman of Shulam,as she moves so gracefully between two lines of dancers?