My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.(Cantares 6:9)

Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?(Cantares 6:10)

I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished and the pomegranates budded.(Cantares 6:11)

Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.(Cantares 6:13)

How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.(Cantares 7:1)

Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.(Cantares 7:2)