Song of Songs 7:2-8

2Your navel is a round goblet Which never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is like a heap of wheat Surrounded with lilies.

3Your two breasts are like two fawns, The twins of a gazelle.

4Your neck is like a tower of ivory, Your eyes the [sparkling] pools of Heshbon By the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looks toward Damascus.

5Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, And the flowing hair of your head like purple threads; I, the king, am held captive by your tresses.

6How beautiful and how delightful you are, My love, with all your delights!

7Your stature is like that of a palm tree And your breasts like its clusters [of dates].

8I said, ‘I will climb the palm tree; I will grasp its branches. Let your breasts be like clusters of the grapevine, And the fragrance of your breath like apples,