Song of Songs 6:5-8

⁵Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats going down from the slopes of Gilead.

⁶Your teeth are like a flock of ewes coming up from the washing place. Each one has a twin, and none among them is bereaved.

⁷Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves behind your veil.

⁸There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and young women without number.