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?