Song of Solomon 6:12

My dove, my perfect one, is unique.

She is her mother’s only daughter.

She is the favorite one of her who bore her.

The daughters saw her, and called her blessed.

The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.

Who is she who looks out as the morning,

beautiful as the moon,

clear as the sun,

and awesome as an army with banners?

I went down into the nut tree grove,

to see the green plants of the valley,

to see whether the vine budded,

and the pomegranates were in flower.

Return, return, Shulammite!

Return, return, that we may gaze at you.

Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite,

as at the dance of Mahanaim?