There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Within thy locks.
Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.
Like a slice of pomegranate is the curve of your face behind the veil of your hair.
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.
