8. Sixty queens there are, eighty concubines, and maidens beyond number.
9. My dove, she is the one; my perfect, she is the only one; she is the favorite of her mother who bore her. Maidens see her and consider her fortunate; queens and concubines praise her:
10. “Who is this that looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, overwhelming as an army with banners?”
11. I went down to the orchard of the walnut trees to look at the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vines have sprouted, whether the pomegranates have blossomed.