Song of Songs 7:2-8

2Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.1

3Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

4Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thy eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

5Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple; the king is held captive by her locks of hair.23

6How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

7This thy stature is like a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes .

8I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its boughs: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of thy breath like apples;