2Your navel is like MET a round bowl that is always full of wine mixed with spices. Your waist is like SIM a mound/bundle of wheat with lilies growing around it.
3Your breasts are as as beautiful as SIM two ◄fawns/young gazelles►.
4Your neck is like SIM a tower made of ivory. Your eyes sparkle/shine like MET the pools in Heshbon city, near the Bath-Rabbim gate. Your nose is is as lovely as SIM the tower of Lebanon which faces toward Damascus.
5Your head is majestic like SIM Carmel Mountain. Your long hair is shiny SIM and black; it is as though I, your king, am captured by your tresses.
6You whom I love, who have many charming features that attract me, are very beautiful and pleasant/pleasing.
7You are stately like SIM a palm tree, and your breasts are like SIM clusters/bunches of dates/fruit.
Song of Songs 7
Song of Songs 7:2-7