Your teeth are like a flock of sheep That have come up from the washing; All of them bear twins, And not one among them has lost her young.
Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep Which have come up from the washing, All of them bear twins, and not one loses her young.
Turn your eyes away from me, Because they overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats That have hopped down from Gilʽ
Your cheeks behind your veil are like a piece of pomegranate.
And seeing a single fig tree by the way, He came to it and found naught on it but leaves, and said to it, “Let no fruit grow on you ever again.” And immediately the fig tree withered.
‘And throw the worthless servant out into the outer darkness – there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’