I am black, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, like as the tents of the Kedarenes, and as the hangings of Solomon: but yet am I fair and well favored withal.

Thou art a well kept garden, O my sister, my spouse, thou are a well kept watering spring, and a sealed well.

Thou art a well of gardens, a well of living waters, which run down from Lebanon.

and thy throat like the best wine. This shall be pure and clear for my love, his lips and teeth shall have their pleasure.

Thy lips are like a rose colored ribbon, thy words are lovely: thy cheeks are like a piece of a pomegranate, within thine hairs.

His cheeks are like a garden bed, wherein the Apothecaries plant all manner of sweet things; His lips are like roses that drop sweet smelling Myrrh.

Thy navel is like a round goblet, which is never without drink. Thy womb is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;

Thy neck is as it were a tower of ivory; thine eyes are like the water pools in Heshbon, by the port of Bathrabbim. Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looketh toward Damascus.

That head that standeth upon thee is like Carmel; the hair of thy head is like the king's purple folden up in plates.

Thy stature is like a date tree, and thy breasts like the grapes.