Your teeth are like a flock of ewes that have come up from the washing. Each of them has a twin, and none among them is missing.
Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes coming up from washing. Each of them has a twin, and none among them is missing.
Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me! Your hair is like a flock of ewe goats descending down from Gilead.
Your temple is like a slice of pomegranate behind your veil.
Seeing a lone fig tree by the road, He came up to it and found nothing on it except leaves only. And He said to it, “May no fruit ever come from you again!” And the fig tree shriveled up at once.
Throw the worthless servant out, into the outer darkness where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’”