8. There are sixty sovereignesses and eighty concubines, And innumerable maidens.
9. My dove, my perfect one, Is the only one, the only one of her mother, The choice of the one who bore her. The daughters saw, and called her blessed, Sovereignesses and concubines, And they praised her.
10. Who is she who shines forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, Awesome as an army with banners?
11. I went down to the garden of nuts To see the budding of the wadi, To see whether the vine had budded and the pomegranates had bloomed.
12. I did not know, my desire made me as the chariots of my noble people.
13. Return, return, O Shulammith; Return, return, and let us look upon you! Why should you look upon the Shulammith, As it were the dance of two armies?