5 Your head upon you is like Mount Karmel, And the hair of your head like purple; The sovereign is held captive by the ringlets.
6 How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, in delights!
7 This stature of yours compares to a palm tree, And your breasts to clusters.
8 I said, “Let me go up to the palm tree, Let me take hold of its tips.” And please, let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of your breath like apples,
9 And your palate like the best wine, Going down smoothly for my beloved, Flowing gently, slumbering lips.
10 I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth to the field; Let us stay in the villages.