⁹ but my dove,^(A) my perfect one,^(B) is unique,
    the only daughter of her mother,
    the favorite of the one who bore her.^(C)
The young women saw her and called her blessed;
    the queens and concubines praised her.

¹⁰ Who is this that appears like the dawn,
    fair as the moon, bright as the sun,
    majestic as the stars in procession?

¹¹ I went down to the grove of nut trees
    to look at the new growth in the valley,
to see if the vines had budded
    or the pomegranates were in bloom.^(D)