Catholic Public Domain Version
"There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number."
— Song Of Solomon 6:7, Catholic Public Domain Version
“As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.”
“Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil. ”
“Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.”
“Like a slice of pomegranate is your forehead behind your veil.”
“There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.”
“Like pomegranate fruit are the sides of your head under your veil.”
“As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.”
Avert your eyes from me, for they have caused me to fly away. Your hair is like a flock of goats, which have appeared out of Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep, which have ascended from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren.
Like the skin of a pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for your hiddenness.
There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
One is my dove, my perfect one. One is her mother; elect is she who bore her. The daughters saw her, and they proclaimed her most blessed. The queens and concubines saw her, and they praised her.
Chorus to Groom: Who is she, who advances like the rising dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as elect as the sun, as terrible as an army in battle array?
Bride: I descended to the garden of nuts, in order to see the fruits of the steep valleys, and to examine whether the vineyard had flourished and the pomegranates had produced buds.