[8] There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number. [9] My dove, my undefiled is but one; of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. [10] Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?