Thy teeth [are] as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof everyone beareth twins, and [there is] not one barren among them]. (See Gill on Song of Solomon 4:2).
4
You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
5
Turn away your eyes from me, for they overwhelm me! Your hair is like a flock of goats, moving down the slopes of Gilead.
6
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, that have come up from the washing; all of them bear twins, and not one among them is bereaved.
7
Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.
8
There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
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