Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep, which go up from the washing, which every one bring out twins, and none is barren among them.

Thy temples are within thy locks as a piece of a pomegranate.

There are [a]threescore Queens, and fourscore concubines, and of the damsels without number.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 6:7 Meaning, that the gifts are infinite which Christ giveth to his Church: or that his faithful are many in number

Turn your eyes from me;
    they overwhelm me.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
    descending from Gilead.(A)
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
    coming up from the washing.
Each has its twin,
    not one of them is missing.(B)
Your temples behind your veil(C)
    are like the halves of a pomegranate.(D)

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