⁷ Your temples behind your veil^(A)
    are like the halves of a pomegranate.^(B)
8 Sixty queens^(C) there may be,
    and eighty concubines,^(D)
    and virgins beyond number;
⁹ but my dove,^(E) my perfect one,^(F) is unique,
    the only daughter of her mother,
    the favorite of the one who bore her.^(G)
The young women saw her and called her blessed;
    the queens and concubines praised her.