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.
Þi teeth as a flok of scheep, þat stieden fro waischyng; alle ben with double lambren, eþer twynnes, and no bareyn is among tho. As þe rynde of a pumgranate, so ben thi chekis, without thi priuytees.