⁵ Turn away your eyes from me,
    for they overwhelm me!
Your hair is like a flock of goats,
    moving down the slopes of Gilead.^(A)
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
    that have come up from the washing;
all of them bear twins,
    and not one among them is bereaved.^(B)
7 Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
    behind your veil.^(C)