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?”