Your temples from behind your veil are like a piece of pomegranate.
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 lips are like a cord of scarlet, and your speech is comely; your temples are like a piece of pomegranate behind your veil.