Song of Solomon 6:8DRA

6Thy teeth as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and not one barren among them.

7As a piece of a pomegranate thy temples within thy locks.

8There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.

9My dove, my undefiled is one; she the one of her mother, she the choice of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; , the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

10Who she looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, terrible as with banners?