Song of Songs 6:5-8

⁵Your teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren amongst them: your lips are as a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely.

⁶Your cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, being seen without your veil.

⁷There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.

⁸My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yes, and the concubines, and they will praise her.