Song of Songs 6:9-11

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.

¹¹There I will give you my breasts: my soul knew it not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab.