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 sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.
