And maidens without number;
9 But she is my only one, my dove, my perfect beauty,
She, the delight of her mother,
She, the darling of her parent! [[174]]
The damsels saw her and praised her;
The queens also, and the concubines, and extolled her thus:
10 “Who is she that looks forth as the morn,
Beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun,
Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?”
THE SHULAMITE.