7. As the work of the pomegranate [is] thy temple behind thy veil.
8. Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.
9. One is my dove, my perfect one, One she [is] of her mother, The choice one she [is] of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.
10. `Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon--clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?'
11. Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed--
12. I knew not my soul, It made me--chariots of my people Nadib.
13. Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?