A golden bell and a pomegranate, a golden bell and a pomegranate, upon the hem of the robe round about.

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

Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,

As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.

Thou shalt make thee fringes upon the four quarters of thy vesture, wherewith thou coverest thyself.

And, behold, a woman, which was diseased with an issue of blood twelve years, came behind him, and touched the hem of his garment: