4:5 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of the gazelle
grazing among the lilies.
7:3 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle.
7:4 Your neck is like a tower made of ivory.
Your eyes are the pools in Heshbon
by the gate of Bath-Rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon
overlooking Damascus.
The Lover to His Beloved:
7:7 Your stature
and your breasts are like clusters of grapes.
7:8 I want
and take hold of its fruit stalks.
May your breasts be like the clusters of grapes,
and may the fragrance of your breath be like apricots!