7As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.
7As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.
4 Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:
5 Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.
6 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.
7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number:
9 My dove, mine undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother, She is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed; The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
6:7As a piece of a pomegranate [are] thy temples within thy locks.
6:7Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.
6:7Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.
6:7Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.
6:7Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind thy veil.
6:7As a piece of pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
6:7Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
6:7As the work of the pomegranate is thy temple behind thy veil.
6:7As a piece of a pomegranate are your temples within your locks.