Your teeth are like a flock of ewes that have come up from the washing; all of them bear twins; not one among them has lost its young.
Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes that have come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and not one among them has lost its young.
And cast the worthless servant into the outer darkness. In that place there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’
And seeing a fig tree by the wayside, he went to it and found nothing on it but only leaves. And he said to it, “May no fruit ever come from you again!” And the fig tree withered at once.
Turn away your eyes from me, for they overwhelm me— Your hair is like a flock of goats leaping down the slopes of Gilead.
Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.