9 One alone is my dove, my perfect one,her mother’s special one,favorite of the one who bore her.Daughters see her and call her happy,queens and concubines, and they praise her:
10 “Who is this that comes forth like the dawn,beautiful as the white moon, pure as the blazing sun,fearsome as celestial visions?”
11 W To the walnut grove I went down,to see the young growth of the valley;To see if the vines were in bloom,if the pomegranates had blossomed.
12 Before I knew it, my desire had made methe blessed one of the prince’s people.