Song of Solomon 6:7-11

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

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

⁹But 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.

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

¹¹Into the nut-garden was I gone down, to look about among the plants of the valley, to see whether the vine had blossomed, whether the pomegranates had budded.