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?
This passage eloquently celebrates an idealized female figure, blending
natural and celestial imagery with formidable strength. The beloved is unique,
revered by women of all ranks, from daughters to queens and concubines. Her
beauty is likened to the dawn, evoking freshness and new beginnings. The
comparison to the moon suggests ethereal grace, while the sun's clarity
underscores her radiant presence. The striking phrase "terrible as an army with
banners" introduces a juxtaposition, emphasizing her commanding and
awe-inspiring presence. This imagery not only highlights her breathtaking
beauty but also her powerful impact. She is both serene and formidable,
embodying a harmonious balance between gentleness and strength, captivating all
who behold her.