Song of Solomon 6:7-11

⁷As the work of the pomegranate is thy temple behind thy veil.

⁸Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.

⁹One 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?'

¹¹Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed —