7 Like a slice of pomegranate is the curve of your facebehind the veil of your hair.
8 There may be sixty queensand eighty secondary wives,young women beyond counting,
9 but my dove, my perfect one, is one of a kind.To her mother she’s the only one,radiant to the one who bore her.Young women see her and declare her fortunate;queens and secondary wives praise her.
10 Who is this, gazing down like the morning star,beautiful as the full moon,radiant as the sun,formidable as those lofty sights?[Man]
11 To the nut grove I went downto look upon the fresh growth in the valley,to see whether the vine was in flower,whether the pomegranates had bloomed.
12 I hardly knew myself;she had set me in an official’s chariot![Man]
13 Come back, come back, Shulammite!Come back, come back, so we may admire you.How you all admire the Shulammiteas she whirls between two circles of dancers!