4 Your neck is like an ivory tower.Your eyes are like pools in Heshbon, pools by the gate of Bath Rabbim.Your nose is like a Lebanese tower facing Damascus.
5 You hold your head as high as Mount Carmel.Your dangling curls are royal beauty.Your flowing locks could hold a king captive.
6 How beautiful and charming you are, my love, with your elegance.
7 Young woman,your figure is like a palm tree,and your breasts are like its clusters.
8 I thought, “I will climb the palm treeand take hold of its fruit.”May your breasts be like clusters on the vine.May the fragrance of your breath be like apples.
9 May your mouth taste like the best wine . . .. . . that goes down smoothly to my belovedand glides over the lips of those about to sleep.
10 I am my beloved’s, and he longs for me.