Your head on you is like Carmel.
The hair of your head like purple.
The king is held captive in its tresses.
How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!
This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.
I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree.
I will take hold of its fruit.”
Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples.
Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.
I am my beloved’s.
His desire is toward me.