A bell by the side of a golden pomegranate, and flower-work on the fringe of the robe round about.

Your lips are as a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely: like the rind of a pomegranate is your cheek without your veil.

Your shoots are a garden of pomegranates, with the fruit of choice berries; camphor, with spikenard:

[ 6:6] Your cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, [being seen] without your veil.

You shall make fringes on the four borders of your garments, with whatever you may be clothed with.

And behold, a woman hemorrhaging for twelve years, approaching from behind, touched the hem of His garment.