His head is gold The locks of his hair are like waving palm fronds As black as the raven. His eyes are like doves by streams of water, Bathing themselves in milk, Sitting by a brimming pool. His cheeks are like a bed of spices Mounds of scented herbs. His lips are lilies, dripping with liquid myrrh. His mouth is sweetness itself His hands are cylinders of gold, set with chrysʹo·lite. His abdomen is polished ivory covered with sapphires. His legs are pillars of marble set on pedestals of the finest gold. Ver más