^{9 Ref} My dove, my very beautiful one, is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the dearest one of her who gave her birth. The daughters saw her, and gave her a blessing; yes, the queens and the servant-wives, and they gave her praises.

^{10 Ref} Who is she, looking down as the morning light, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, who is to be feared like an army with flags?