Song of Songs 7:2-8

2How lovely are your sandaled feet, O nobleman’s daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of a craftsman’s hand.

3Your navel is a round goblet, may it not lack mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat enclosed with lilies.

4Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

5Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are pools in Heshbon near the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon overlooking Damascus.

6Your head crowns you like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple. The king is captivated in its tresses!

7How beautiful and how pleasing you are, O Love, with your delights!

8Your stature is like a date palm and your breasts like its clusters.