7Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
8There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, And virgins without number.
9My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother`s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed, The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10Who is she who looks forth as the morning, Beautiful as the moon, Clear as the sun, Awesome as an army with banners?
11I went down into the nut tree grove, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, And the pomegranates were in flower.
12Without realizing it, My desire set me with my royal people`s chariots. Friends
13Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, As at the dance of Mahanaim?
