SONG OF SONGS 7:5-8

⁵Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held captive in the tresses thereof.

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 climb up into the palm tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy breath like apples;