5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel,
And the hair of your head is like purple;
A king is held captive by your tresses.

6 How fair and how pleasant you are,
O love, with your delights!

8 I said, “I will go up to the palm tree,
I will take hold of its branches.”
Let now your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
The fragrance of your¹ breath like apples, ‡

9 And the roof of your mouth like the best wine.
The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved,
¹Moving gently the² lips of sleepers. ‡