3 Your valley, a round bowlthat should never lack mixed wine.Your belly, a mound of wheat,encircled with lilies.
4 Your breasts are like two fawns,twins of a gazelle.
5 Your neck like a tower of ivory;your eyes, pools in Heshbonby the gate of Bath-rabbim.Your nose like the tower of Lebanonthat looks toward Damascus.
6 Your head rises upon you like Carmel;your hair is like purple;a king is caught in its locks.
7 How beautiful you are, how fair,my love, daughter of delights!
8 Your very form resembles a date-palm,and your breasts, clusters.
9 I thought, “Let me climb the date-palm!Let me take hold of its branches!Let your breasts be like clusters of the vineand the fragrance of your breath like apples,