7. Like a slice of pomegranateis your forehead behind your veil.
8. There may be sixty queens,and eighty concubines,and young women without number.
9. But she is unique!My dove, my perfect one!She is the special daughter of her mother,she is the favorite of the one who bore her.The maidens saw her and complimented her;the queens and concubines praised her:
10. “Who is this who appears like the dawn?Beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun,awe-inspiring as the stars in procession?”
11. I went down to the orchard of walnut trees,to look for the blossoms of the valley,to see if the vines had buddedor if the pomegranates were in bloom.
12. I was beside myself with joy!There please give me your myrrh,O daughter of my princely people.