Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil: Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy mouth is comely: Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.