You are beautiful as Tirzab, my love, comely as Jerusalem , terrible as an army with banners. Turn away your eyes from me, for they overwhelm me! Your hair is like a flock of goats. moving down the slopes of Gilead. Your teeth are like a flock of ewes. that have come up from the washing; all of them bear twins, and not one among them is bereaved. Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranates behind your veil.