American Standard Version
"Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil. "
— Song Of Solomon 6:7, American Standard Version
“As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.”
“Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.”
“Like a slice of pomegranate is your forehead behind your veil.”
“There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.”
“Like pomegranate fruit are the sides of your head under your veil.”
“As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.”
Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.
Turn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead.
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.
Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number.
My dove, my undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; Yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible as an army with banners?