He shall kiss me from the kisses of his mouth: for thy good breasts are above wine.

To the odor of the good ointments thy name shall be poured forth an ointment; for this, the maidens loved thee.

How beautiful were thy breasts, my sister, O bride! how good were thy breasts above wine, and the odor of thine ointments above all spices.

Thy neck as a tower of ivory; thine eyes pools in Heshbon, by the gate of the daughter of many: thy nose as the tower of Lebanon viewing the face of Damascus.

And thy palate as good wine going to my beloved for uprightness, causing the lips of the sleeping to flow softly.