Song of Songs 6:6-10

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.

⁹Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as armies set in array?

¹⁰I went down to the garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine flowered, if the pomegranates blossomed.