Song of Solomon 7:2-7

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.