Your hair is like a flock of goats

Streaming down the mountains of Gilʹe·ad.+

 2 Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep

That have come up from being washed,

All of them bearing twins,

And not one has lost her young.

 3 Your lips are like a scarlet thread,

And your speech is delightful.

Like a segment of pomegranate

Are your cheeks* behind your veil.