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!
9 Your palate is like excellent wine . . .[Woman]. . . flowing smoothly for my love,gliding through the lips and teeth.
10 I belong to my lover,and his longing is only for me.[Woman]
11 Come, my love:Let’s go out to the fieldand rest all night among the flowering henna.