"Terrible As An Army With Banners"
Context: The poet, describing his beautiful beloved, compares her hair with a flock of goats, her teeth with a flock of freshly washed sheep, and her forehead with the pomegranate. The only daughter of her mother, she combines the freshness of the morning, the unblemished beauty of the moon, and the vigor and brightness of an army on parade:
My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is . . . the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?