6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewescoming up from washing,each one having a twin,and not one missing.
7 Behind your veil, your brow is like a slice of pomegranate.
8 There are 60 queensand 80 concubines and young women without number.
9 But my dove, my virtuous one, is unique; she is the favorite of her mother,perfect to the one who gave her birth.Women see her and declare her fortunate; queens and concubines also, and they sing her praises:
10 Who is this who shines like the dawn —as beautiful as the moon,bright as the sun,awe-inspiring as an army with banners?
11 I came down to the walnut groveto see the blossoms of the valley,to see if the vines were budding and the pomegranates blooming.
12 Before I knew it,my desire put meamong the chariots of my noble people.