The Song of Solomon 6:7-11

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?

¹¹I 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.