шея твоя — как столп из слоновой кости; глаза твои — озерки Есевонские, что у ворот Батраббима; нос твой — башня Ливанская, обращённая к Дамаску;
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. Your hair is like royal tapestry; the king is held captive by its tresses.
Your head crowns you like Carmel, and your flowing locks are like purple; a king is held captive in the tresses.
“Your head crowns you like Carmel, And the flowing locks of your head are like purple threads; The king is captivated by your tresses.
Your head is as majestic as Mount Carmel, and the sheen of your hair radiates royalty. The king is held captive by its tresses.
Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, And the hair of your head is like purple; A king is held captive by your tresses.
Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by [thy] ringlets!