Song of Songs 6:7-11

⁷Beneath your veil, your cheeks are like SIM the halves of a pomegranate.

⁸Even if a king had 60 queens and 80 ◄concubines/slave wives► and more young women than anyone can count,

⁹none of them would be like my dove, who is perfect, you who are your mother's only daughter, whom your mother considers to be very precious. Other young women who see you say that you are fortunate, and the queens and concubines recognize that you are very beautiful.

¹⁰Who is RHQ this woman who is as delightful as SIM the dawn, as fair/delightful to look at as the light of the moon, as exciting as a group/battalion of troops holding up their banners?

¹¹I went down to some walnut trees to look at the new plants that were growing in the valley. I wanted to see if the grapevines had budded or if the pomegranate trees were blooming.