6Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren among them: thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely.
7Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, being seen without thy veil.
8There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
9My 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, yea, and the concubines, and they will praise her.
10Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as armies set in array?
The Song of Solomon 6
The Song of Solomon 6:6-10