5. Thine head upon thee is like scarlet, and the hair of thine head like the purple of the king hung in the galleries.
6. How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
7. This, thy stature is like unto the palm tree, and thy breasts to the clusters.
8. I said, I will climb up the palm tree, I will take hold of the clusters thereof; now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine and the smell of thy nose like apples;
9. and thy palate like the best wine that goes into my beloved sweetly and causes the lips of those that are asleep to speak.