Song of Solomon 6:4-10 in English

⁴ Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead.

⁶ Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.

⁷ Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.

⁸ There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number.

⁹ My dove, my undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; Yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible as an army with banners?

⁴ Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as armies set in array.

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: thy hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.

⁶ Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren among them: thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely.

⁷ Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, being seen without thy veil.

⁸ There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.

⁹ My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yea, and the concubines, and they will praise her.

¹⁰ Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as armies set in array?

⁴ Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

⁶ Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.

⁷ As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.

⁸ There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.

⁹ My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?

⁴ Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

⁶ Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.

⁷ As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.

⁸ There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.

⁹ My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?

⁴ Turn away your eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: your hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.

⁵ Your teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren among them: your lips are as a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely.

⁶ Your cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, being seen without your veil.

⁷ There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.

⁸ My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yes, and the concubines, and they will praise her.

⁹ Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as armies set in array?

¹⁰ I went down to the garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine flowered, if the pomegranates blossomed.

⁴ Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.

⁶ Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which are come up from the washing; whereof every one hath twins, and none is bereaved among them.

⁷ Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind thy veil.

⁸ There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.

⁹ My dove, my undefiled, is but one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, terrible as an army with banners?

⁴ My darling, you are beautiful, like SIM Tirzah the capital city of Israel and Jerusalem the capital city of Judah are beautiful; you are as exciting MET as a group/battalion of troops holding up their banners.

⁵ Quit looking at me like that, because your eyes excite me very much. Your long black hair moves from side to side like SIM a flock of black goats moving down the slopes of Gilead Mountain.

⁶ Your teeth are very white like SIM a flock of sheep whose wool has just been shorn and that have come up from being washed in a stream. You have all of your teeth; none of them is missing.

⁷ Beneath your veil, your cheeks are like SIM the halves of a pomegranate.

⁸ Even if a king had 60 queens and 80 ◄concubines/slave wives► and more young women than anyone can count,

⁹ none of them would be like my dove, who is perfect, you who are your mother's only daughter, whom your mother considers to be very precious. Other young women who see you say that you are fortunate, and the queens and concubines recognize that you are very beautiful.

¹⁰ Who is RHQ this woman who is as delightful as SIM the dawn, as fair/delightful to look at as the light of the moon, as exciting as a group/battalion of troops holding up their banners?

⁴ Turn away your eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: your hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.

⁵ Your teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren amongst them: your lips are as a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely.

⁶ Your cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, being seen without your veil.

⁷ There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.

⁸ My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yes, and the concubines, and they will praise her.

⁹ Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as armies set in array?

¹⁰ I went down to the garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine flowered, if the pomegranates blossomed.

⁴ You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.

⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved among them.

⁷ Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

⁸ There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

⁹ My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

⁴ You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.

⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved among them.

⁷ Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

⁸ There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

⁹ My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

⁴ You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.

⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved amongst them.

⁷ Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

⁸ There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

⁹ My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favourite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

⁴ You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.

⁵ Let your eyes be turned away from me; see, they have overcome me; your hair is as a flock of goats which take their rest on the side of Gilead.

⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.

⁷ Like pomegranate fruit are the sides of your head under your veil.

⁸ There are sixty queens, and eighty servant-wives, and young girls without number.

⁹ My dove, my very beautiful one, is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the dearest one of her who gave her birth. The daughters saw her, and gave her a blessing; yes, the queens and the servant-wives, and they gave her praises.

¹⁰ Who is she, looking down as the morning light, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, who is to be feared like an army with flags?

⁴ Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.

⁶ Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.

⁷ As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.

⁸ There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number:

⁹ My dove, mine undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother, She is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed; The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, Terrible as troops with banners?

⁴ Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad.

⁵ Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.

⁶ Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.

⁷ There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.

⁸ One is my dove, my perfect one is but one, she is the only one of her mother, the chosen of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and declared her most blessed: the queens and concubines, and they praised her.

⁹ Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?

¹⁰ I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the fruits of the valleys, and to look if the vineyard had flourished, and the pomegranates budded.

⁴ You are beautiful, my darling, as pretty as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem—you look stunning!

⁵ Please turn your eyes away from me—they're driving me insane! Your hair flows down like a flock of goats descending Mount Gilead.

⁶ Your teeth are as white as a flock of sheep that are just shorn and washed. None of them are missing—they are all perfectly matched!

⁷ Your cheeks are the blushing color of pomegranates behind your veil.

⁸ There may be sixty queens and eighty concubines, and countless more women,

⁹ but my love, my perfect love, she's the only one! She's her mother's favorite, special to the one who gave birth to her. Young women see her and say how lucky she is; queens and concubines sing her praises.

¹⁰ Who is this who is like the dawn shining down from above, beautiful as the moon, bright as the shining sun? You look stunning!

⁴ Turne away thine eyes from me: for they ouercome mee: thine heare is like a flocke of goates, which looke downe from Gilead.

⁵ Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe, which goe vp from the washing, which euery one bring out twinnes, and none is barren among them.

⁶ Thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.

⁷ There are threescore Queenes and fourescore concubines and of the damsels without nober.

⁸ But my doue is alone, and my vndefiled, she is the onely daughter of her mother, and shee is deare to her that bare her: the daughters haue seene her and counted her blessed: euen the Queenes and the concubines, and they haue praised her.

⁹ Who is shee that looketh foorth as the morning, fayre as the moone, pure as the sunne, terrible as an armie with banners!

¹⁰ I went downe to the garden of nuttes, to see the fruites of the valley, to see if the vine budded, and if the pomegranates flourished.

⁴ Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from Gilead.

⁶ Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.

⁷ Thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.

⁸ There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and maidens without number.

⁹ My dove, my undefiled, is but one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her happy; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, terrible as an army with banners?

⁴ Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: Thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

⁶ Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, Whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.

⁷ As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.

⁸ There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number.

⁹ My dove, my undefiled is but one; She is the only one of her mother, She is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; Yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, And terrible as an army with banners?

⁴ Thou art beautiful, O my beloved, like Thirzah, comely like Jerusalem, terrible as armies encamped round their banners.

⁵ Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have excited me: thy hair is like a flock of goats that come quietly down from mount Gil'ad.

⁶ Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes which are come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and there is not one among them that is deprived of her young.

⁷ Like the half of the pomegranate is the upper part of thy cheek behind thy vail.

⁸ Sixty are the queens, and eighty the concubines, and the young women without number;

⁹ But one alone is my dove, my guiltless one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the chosen of her that bore her: maidens see her, and call her happy; yea, queens and concubines, and praise her.

¹⁰ Who is this that shineth forth like the morning-dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as armies encamped round their banners?

⁴ Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, Beautiful as Jerusalem, Terrible as armies set in array.

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from before me, For they have ravished me: Thy hair is as flocks of goats Which have appeared from Gilead.

⁶ Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, That have gone up from the washing, All of them bearing twins, And there is none barren among them: Thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, And thy speech is comely.

⁷ Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, Being seen without thy veil.

⁸ There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, And maidens without number.

⁹ My dove, my perfect one is one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, Yea, and the concubines, and they will praise her.

¹⁰ Who is this that looks forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, choice as the sun, Terrible as armies set in array?

⁴ Beautiful art thou, my love, as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem; But terrible as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from me! They overpower me! Thy locks are like a flock of goats, Which lie down upon Gilead.

⁶ Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep, Which come up from the washing-place, Of which every one hath twins, And none is barren among them.

⁷ As a divided pomegranate Are thy cheeks behind thy veil.

⁸ Threescore are the queens, and fourscore the concubines, And the maidens without number.

⁹ But my dove, my undefiled, is the one; She is the incomparable one of her mother, The darling of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; The queens and concubines, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Lov. Who is this that looketh forth like the morning, Fair as the moon, bright as the sun, And terrible as an army with banners?

⁴ You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as lovely as Jerusalem, as awe-inspiring as an army with its banners.

⁵ Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats going down from the slopes of Gilead.

⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of ewes coming up from the washing place. Each one has a twin, and none among them is bereaved.

⁷ Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves behind your veil.

⁸ There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and young women without number.

⁹ My dove, my undefiled, is the only one; she is the only daughter of her mother; she is the favorite one of the woman who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines saw her also, and they praised her:

¹⁰ “Who is this who appears like the dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as bright as the sun, as awe-inspiring as an army with its banners?”

⁴ You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.

⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved among them.

⁷ Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

⁸ There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

⁹ My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

⁴ You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.

⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved amongst them.

⁷ Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

⁸ There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

⁹ My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favourite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

⁴ Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

⁶ Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, of which every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.

⁷ As a piece of pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.

⁸ There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

⁹ My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yes , the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?

⁴ You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.

⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved among them.

⁷ Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

⁸ There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

⁹ My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

⁴ You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.

⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved amongst them.

⁷ Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

⁸ There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

⁹ My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favourite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

⁴ My love, thou art fair, sweet and shapely as Jerusalem, thou art fearedful as the battle array of hosts set in good order.

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from me, for they made me to flee away; thine hairs be as the flocks of goats, that appeared from Gilead.

⁶ Thy teeth be as a flock of sheep, that went up from the washing; all be with double lambs, either twins, and no barren there is among them.

⁷ As the rind of a pomegranate, so be thy cheeks, without thy privates.

⁸ Sixty be queens, and eighty be secondary wives; and of young damsels is none number.

⁹ One is my culver, my perfect spousess, one is to her mother, and is the chosen of her mother; the daughters of Zion saw her, and preached her most blessed; queens, and secondary wives, praised her.

¹⁰ Who is this, that goeth forth, as the morrowtide rising, fair as the moon, chosen as the sun, fearedful as the battle array of hosts set in good order?

⁴ My love, thou art fair, sweet and shapely as Jerusalem, thou art fearedful as the battle array of hosts set in good order. (My love, thou art as beautiful as Tirzah, and as lovely as Jerusalem, and thou art as awesome as the battle array of armies set in good order.)

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from me, for they made me to flee away; thine hairs be as the flocks of goats, that appeared from Gilead, (or thy hair is like the flocks of goats, that appeared from Gilead).

⁶ Thy teeth be as a flock of sheep, that went up from the washing; all be with double lambs, either twins, and no barren there is among them. (Thy teeth be like a flock of sheep, that went up from the washing; all of them be with double lambs, or with twins, and there is no barren among them.)

⁷ As the rind of a pomegranate, so be thy cheeks, without thy privates. (Like the rind of a pomegranate, so be thy cheeks, behind thy veil.)

⁸ Sixty be queens, and eighty be secondary wives; and of young damsels is none number. (There be sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and of young women, or of maidens, there is no number.)

⁹ One is my culver, my perfect spousess, one is to her mother, and is the chosen of her mother; the daughters of Zion saw her, and preached her most blessed; queens, and secondary wives, praised her. (But only one is my dove, my perfect spousess, the only daughter of her mother, yea, the chosen of her mother; the daughters of Zion saw her, and proclaimed her most blessed; queens, and concubines, praised her.)

¹⁰ Who is this, that goeth forth, as the morrowtide rising, fair as the moon, chosen as the sun, fearedful as the battle array of hosts set in good order? (Who is this, who goeth forth, like daybreak, beautiful as the moon, chosen as the sun, as awesome as the battle array of armies set in good order?)

⁴ Fair art thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.

⁵ Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair is as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,

⁶ Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

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?'