2 Thy body is 'like' a round goblet, 'Wherein' no mingled wine is wanting: Thy waist is 'like' a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.
3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of ivory; Thine eyes 'as' the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looketh toward Damascus.
5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses 'thereof'.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
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