Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep in good order, which go up from the washing: which every one brings out twins, and none is barren among them.

Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy talk is comely: thy temples are within thy locks as a piece of a pomegranate.

Thy neck is as the tower of David built for defense: a thousand shields hang therein, and all the targets of the strong men.

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