7As the work of the pomegranate is thy temple behind thy veil.
7As the work of the pomegranate is thy temple behind thy veil.
4 Fair art thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
5 Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair is as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,
6 Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
7 As the work of the pomegranate is thy temple behind thy veil.
8 Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.
9 One is my dove, my perfect one, One she is of her mother, The choice one she is of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise 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.
6:7As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples 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 a piece of a pomegranate are your temples within your locks.