5
Thy head upon thee [is] like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple; the king [is] held in the galleries.
6
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
7
This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters [of grapes].
8
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its boughs: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
9
And 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.