There are threescore queens,
and fourscore concubines,
and virgins without number.
My dove, my undefiled is but one;
she is the only 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, they praised her.
Who is she that looketh forth as the morning,
fair as the moon,
splendid as the sun,
and terrible as an army with banners?