Catholic Public Domain Version
"Like the skin of a pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for your hiddenness."
— Song Of Solomon 6:6, Catholic Public Domain Version
“Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.”
“Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them. ”
“Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing; of which every one has twins; none is bereaved among them.”
“Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin; not one of them is missing.”
“Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.”
“Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.”
“Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.”
Groom to Bride: My love, you are beautiful: sweet and graceful, like Jerusalem; terrible, like an army in battle array.
Avert your eyes from me, for they have caused me to fly away. Your hair is like a flock of goats, which have appeared out of Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep, which have ascended from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren.
Like the skin of a pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for your hiddenness.
There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
One is my dove, my perfect one. One is her mother; elect is she who bore her. The daughters saw her, and they proclaimed her most blessed. The queens and concubines saw her, and they praised her.
Chorus to Groom: Who is she, who advances like the rising dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as elect as the sun, as terrible as an army in battle array?