Song of Songs 7:3-8

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.

⁸I said to myself, “I will climb that palm tree and take hold of those clusters of dates.” To me, your breasts are like clusters of grapes that I can feel and your breath is like the sweet fragrance of apples