8. There may be sixty queensand eighty secondary wives,young women beyond counting,
9. but my dove, my perfect one, is one of a kind.To her mother she’s the only one,radiant to the one who bore her.Young women see her and declare her fortunate;queens and secondary wives praise her.
10. Who is this, gazing down like the morning star,beautiful as the full moon,radiant as the sun,formidable as those lofty sights?[Man]