^{9 Ref} 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 called her blessed; `Yea', the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

^{10 Ref} Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible as an army with banners?