Song of Songs 7:2-8

2Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat, encircled with lilies.

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

4Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon, which looks toward Damascus.

5Your head crowns you like Carmel, and your flowing locks are like purple; a king is held captive in the tresses.

6How beautiful and pleasant you are, O loved one, with all your delights!

7Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.

8I say I will climb the palm tree and lay hold of its fruit. Oh may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples,