5. Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by thy ringlets!
6. How fair and how pleasant art thou, my love, in delights!
7. This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to grape clusters.
8. I said, I will go up to the palm-tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof; And thy breasts shall indeed be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,
9. And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, ...That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them that are asleep.
10. I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.
11. --Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields; Let us lodge in the villages.
12. We will go up early to the vineyards, We will see if the vine hath budded, If the blossom is opening, And the pomegranates are in bloom: There will I give thee my loves.
13. The mandrakes yield fragrance; And at our gates are all choice fruits, new and old: I have laid them up for thee, my beloved.