^{7 Ref} Purer were her Nazarites than snow, Whiter than milk, ruddier of body than rubies, Of sapphire their form.

^{8 Ref} Darker than blackness hath been their visage, They have not been known in out-places, Cleaved hath their skin unto their bone, It hath withered -- it hath been as wood.

^{9 Ref} Better have been the pierced of a sword Than the pierced of famine, For these flow away, pierced through, Without the increase of the field.