Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing; of which every one has twins; none is bereaved among them.
Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.
Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gil`ad.
Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Seeing a fig tree by the road, he came to it, and found nothing on it but leaves. He said to it, *Let there be no fruit from you forever!* Immediately the fig tree withered away.
Throw out the unprofitable servant into the outer darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.'