Song of Songs 6:5-7

⁵Quit looking at me like that, because your eyes excite me very much. Your long black hair moves from side to side like SIM a flock of black goats moving down the slopes of Gilead Mountain.

⁶Your teeth are very white like SIM a flock of sheep whose wool has just been shorn and that have come up from being washed in a stream. You have all of your teeth; none of them is missing.

⁷Beneath your veil, your cheeks are like SIM the halves of a pomegranate.