3 Your navel is a round goblet, may it not lack mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat enclosed with lilies.
4 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
5 Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are pools in Heshbon near the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon overlooking Damascus.
6 Your head crowns you like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple. The king is captivated in its tresses!
7 How beautiful and how pleasing you are, O Love, with your delights!
8 Your stature is like a date palm and your breasts like its clusters.
9 I said, “I will climb the date palm and take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apple.