2 Your navel, cupped like the full moon—may it never lack spiced wine!Your belly is a mound of winnowed wheatedged with lilies.
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns,twins of a gazelle doe;
4 your neck, like a tower of ivory;your eyes, pools in Heshbon,by the gate of that lordly city.Your profile is like the tower of Lebanon,looking out toward Damascus.
5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel,and your hair, braided in royal purple—a king is bound by the tresses!
6 You are so beautiful, so lovely—my love, delightful one!
7 Your stately form resembles a date palm,and your breasts are like clustered fruit.
8 I say, "I will climb the palm tree;I will hold its fruit!"May your breasts be nowlike grape clusters,and the scent of your breath like apples!