Song of Solomon 7:2-8

²Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

³Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

⁴Thy neck as a tower of ivory. Thy eyes like the fishpools in Hesebon, which are in the gate of the daughter of the multitude. Thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, that looketh toward Damascus.

⁵Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.

⁶How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights!

⁷Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

⁸I said: I will go up into the palm tree, and will take hold of the fruit thereof: and thy breasts shall be as the clusters of the vine: and the odour of thy mouth like apples.