Song of Songs 7:3-5

Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.  Your neck is like a tower of ivory,  your eyes like pools in Heshbon by Bath-rabbim’s gate. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus. Your head crowns you  like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple cloth — a king could be held captive  in your tresses.