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Sixty are the queens, eighty the concubines,
    and young women without number—
One alone[a] is my dove, my perfect one,
    her mother’s special one,
    favorite of the one who bore her.
Daughters see her and call her happy,
    queens and concubines, and they praise her:
10 (A)“Who[b] is this that comes forth like the dawn,
    beautiful as the white moon, pure as the blazing sun,
    fearsome as celestial visions?”

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Footnotes

  1. 6:9 One alone: the incomparability of the woman is a favorite motif in love poetry.
  2. 6:10 “Who…”: the speakers may be the women of vv. 8–9. Moon…sun: lit., “the white” and “the hot,” respectively (cf. Is 24:23; 30:26). Fearsome: see note on 6:4–9.