Song of Songs 4:3 (WEB)
Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Fathers and councils · 1
“And farther on: “Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are shorn, which are come up from the pool, which all bear twins, and none is barren among them, thy lips are as a cord of scarlet.”” — editor's note: Cant. iv. 2, 3.
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