Song of Solomon 6:6-11

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

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

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

⁹My 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.

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

¹¹I went down into the garden of nuts, to look at the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.