Song of Solomon 6:6-13

⁶Thy 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.

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

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

⁹But 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.

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

¹¹M. I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine blossomed, And the pomegranates budded.

¹²Or ever I was aware, My soul had made me like the chariots of the prince's train.

¹³Lad. Return, return, O Shulamite! Return, return, that we may look upon thee! M. Why should ye look upon the Shulamite, As upon a dance of the hosts?