5. Turn your eyes away from me, Because they overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats That have hopped down from Gil‛aḏ.
6. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep That have come up from the washing; All of them bear twins, And not one among them has lost her young.
7. Your cheeks behind your veil are like a piece of pomegranate.
8. There are sixty sovereignesses and eighty concubines, And innumerable maidens.