Song of Songs 7:1-9 How beautiful were thy steps in thy sandals, daughter of Nadab? The infoldings of thy loins are like jewellery, the work of an artist:

Thomson⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ How beautiful were thy steps in thy sandals, daughter of Nadab? The infoldings of thy loins are like jewellery, the work of an artist: ² thy clasp is a well turned goblet, not destitute of mingled wine: thy body is like a heap of wheat encompassed about with lillies: ³ thy two breasts are like two twin fawns of a roe ⁴ thy neck is like a tower of ivory. Thine eyes like the pools at Esebon by the gates of the daughter of many: thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looketh towards Damascus: ⁵ thy head is like Carmel and the tresses of thy head like Purpura. The king is detained in the antichamber! ⁶ How beautiful thou art! and how sweet! my love! how delightful! ⁷ In respect to thy stateliness, thou hast been compared to the palm tree, and thy breasts to its clusters. ⁸ I said, I will climb the palm tree; I will clasp its topmost boughs; and thy breasts shall be now like the clusters of the vine; and the smell of thy nose like citrons; ⁹ and the roof of thy mouth like choice wine; Which is poured out rightly for my dear brother properly adapted with my lips and my teeth.