Song of Solomon 6:7-10

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

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

⁹My 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.

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