Song of Solomon

How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter!

The joints of thy thighs are like jewels,

The work of the hands of a cunning workman.

Thy navel is like a round goblet,

Which wanteth not liquor:

Thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

Thy neck is as a tower of ivory;

Thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon,

By the gate of Bathrabbim:

Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon

Which looketh toward Damascus.

Thine head upon thee is like Carmel,

And the hair of thine head like purple;

The king is held in the galleries.

How fair and how pleasant art thou,

O love, for delights!

This thy stature is like to a palm tree,

And thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

I said, I will go up to the palm tree,

I will take hold of the boughs thereof:

Now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine,

And the smell of thy nose like apples.

Song of Solomon, Chapter 7, verses 1-7

King James Bible