Song of Solomon 6:7

You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah,

lovely as Jerusalem,

awesome as an army with banners.

Turn away your eyes from me,

for they have overcome me.

Your hair is like a flock of goats,

that lie along the side of Gilead.

Your teeth are like a flock of ewes,

which have come up from the washing,

of which every one has twins;

not one is bereaved among them.

There are sixty queens, eighty concubines,

and virgins without number.

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?