LXX2012(i)
8 My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the [only] one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yes, and the concubines, and they will praise her.
9 Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as [armies] set in array?