5 Your head crowns you like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple; the king is held captive by your tresses.
6 How fair and how pleasant are you, O love, for your delights!
7 This your stature is like to a palm tree, and your breasts to its clusters.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches: may also your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of your breath like apples;
9 And the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goes down sweetly, flowing gently over lips and teeth.
10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.