Song of Solomon 6:9

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.

Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

There are sixty queens, eighty concubines,

and virgins without number.

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.

Without realizing it,

my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.