Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep which come up from the washing place; of which they all are bearing twins; and bereavement is not among them.
Behold, you are beautiful, My love. Behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are as doves’ from behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats which recline from Mount Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes which come up from the washing place, of which they all are giving birth, bearing twins, and bereavement is not among them.
And because of this we give thanks to God without ceasing, that having received the Word of hearing from us, you welcomed it as of God, not as a word of men, but as it is, truly the Word of God, which also works in you, the ones believing.