Song of Songs 7:1-5

1How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess! The curves of your thighs are like jewelry, the handiwork of a master.

2Your navel is a rounded bowl; it never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a mound of wheat surrounded by lilies.

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

4Your neck is like a tower of ivory, your eyes like pools in Heshbon by Bath-rabbim’s gate. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus.

5Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple cloth — a king could be held captive in your tresses.