Song of Songs 6:7-11

⁷As the rind of a pomegranate, so be thy cheeks, without thy privates.

⁸Sixty be queens, and eighty be secondary wives; and of young damsels is none number.

⁹One is my culver, my perfect spousess, one is to her mother, and is the chosen of her mother; the daughters of Zion saw her, and preached her most blessed; queens, and secondary wives, praised her.

¹⁰Who is this, that goeth forth, as the morrowtide rising, fair as the moon, chosen as the sun, fearedful as the battle array of hosts set in good order?

¹¹I came down into mine orchard, to see the apples of great valleys, and to behold, if vineries had flowered, and if the pomegranate trees had burgeoned.