“Now this shall be the priests’ due from the people, from those who offer a sacrifice, either an ox or a sheep, of which they shall give to the priest the shoulder and the two cheeks and the stomach.

“Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments,Your neck with strings of beads.”

“His cheeks are like a bed of balsam,Banks of sweet-scented herbs;His lips are liliesDripping with liquid myrrh.

I gave My back to those who strike Me,And My cheeks to those who pluck out the beard;I did not cover My face from humiliation and spitting.

She weeps bitterly in the nightAnd her tears are on her cheeks;She has none to comfort herAmong all her lovers.All her friends have dealt treacherously with her;They have become her enemies.