2 The Church assureth her self of the love of Christ. 3 The praises of the Church. 8 She is but one and undefiled.
2.I am my welbeloved’s, and my welbeloved is mine, who fedeth among the lilies.
5.Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep, which go up from the washing, which everyone bring out twins, and none is barren among them.
6.Thy temples are within thy locks as a piece of a pomegranate.
8.But my dove is alone, and my undefiled, she is the only daughter of her mother, and she is dear to her that bare her: the daughters have seen her and counted her blessed: even the Queens and the concubines, and they have praised her.