Catholic Public Domain Version
"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."
— Song Of Solomon 6:8, Catholic Public Domain Version
“There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.”
“There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number. ”
“There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.”
“There may be sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and young women without number.”
“One is my dove, my perfect one is but one, she is the only one of her mother, the chosen of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and declared her most blessed: the queens and concubines, and they praised her.”
“There are sixty queens, and eighty servant-wives, and young girls without number.”
“There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.”
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.
I did not understand. My soul was stirred up within me because of the chariots of Amminadab.