Song of Solomon 7:2-11

²Thy waist is a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,

³Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,

⁴Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,

⁵Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!

⁶How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.

⁷This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.

⁸I said, 'Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,

⁹And thy palate as the good wine — 'Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!

¹⁰I am my beloved's, and on me is his desire.

¹¹Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,