Song of Solomon 7:2-8

²Thy navel is like a round goblet, that wanteth not the spiced wine; Thy belly like a heap of wheat, inclosed with lilies;

³Thy two breasts are like two young twin gazelles;

⁴Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes are like the pools at Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon, which looketh toward Damascus;

⁵Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is captivated by thy locks.

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

⁷This thy stature is like the palm-tree, And thy breasts like clusters of dates.

⁸I will go up, say I to myself, upon the palm-tree; I will take hold of its boughs, And thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,