Song of Songs 7:2-8

2Thy navel is a round goblet, [which] wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;

3Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle;

4Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes, [like] the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon, Which looketh toward Damascus;

5Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by [thy] ringlets!

6How fair and how pleasant art thou, [my] love, in delights!

7This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to grape clusters.

8I said, I will go up to the palm-tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof; And thy breasts shall indeed be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,