Song of Songs 7:1-5

1(7:2) How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O nobleman’s daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a master craftsman.

2Your navel is a round mixing bowl – may it never lack mixed wine! Your belly is a mound of wheat, encircled by lilies.

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

4Your neck is like a tower made of ivory. Your eyes are the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon overlooking Damascus.

5Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. The locks of your hair are like royal tapestries – the king is held captive in its tresses!