7Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind thy veil.
8There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins 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 bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.