Song of Solomon 7:2-9

²Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: 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 is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

⁵Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thine head like purple; The king is held in the galleries.

⁶How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

⁷This thy stature is like to a palm tree, And thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

⁸I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: Now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy nose like apples;

⁹And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, For my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, Causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.