7. Your cheeks behind your veilare like slices of a pomegranate.
8. There may be sixty queens and eighty slave womenand so many girls you cannot count them,
9. but there is only one like my dove, my perfect one.She is her mother’s only daughter,the brightest of the one who gave her birth.The young women saw her and called her happy;the queens and the slave women also praised her.
10. Who is that young womanthat shines out like the dawn?She is as pretty as the moon,as bright as the sun,as wonderful as an army flying flags.