Thy hair is like a flock of goats
Springing down Mount Gilead;
6 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep,
Which come up from the washing-pool;
All of which are paired,
And not one among them is bereaved.
7 Like a part of the pomegranate
Are thy cheeks behind thy veil.
8 I have threescore queens,
And fourscore concubines,