5 Turn your eyes+ away from me,

For they overwhelm me.

Your hair is like a flock of goats

Streaming down the slopes of Gilʹe·ad.+

 6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep

That have come up from being washed,

All of them bearing twins,

And not one has lost her young.

 7 Like a segment of pomegranate

Are your cheeks* behind your veil.