8. There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number.
9. My 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.
10. Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible as an army with banners?
11. I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, And the pomegranates were in flower.