Song of Solomon 7:2-11

²Thy navel is a round goblet, which wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;

³Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle;

⁴Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes, like the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon, Which looketh toward Damascus;

⁵Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by thy ringlets!

⁶How fair and how pleasant art thou, my love, in delights!

⁷This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to grape clusters.

⁸I said, I will go up to the palm-tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof; And thy breasts shall indeed be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,

⁹And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, ...That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them that are asleep.

¹⁰I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.

¹¹— Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields; Let us lodge in the villages.