From ‘the bible’s sexiest book’ in Slate:
It’s the guy’s turn to give the compliments. Either he’s not as good a poet as she is, or you talked differently to girls back in the day. “Your hair is like a flock of goats … your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes.” Your brow is like “pomegranate split open.” “Your neck is like the tower of David.” You’re so beautiful—your hair looks like goats! Your forehead is a pomegranate—a fruit that resembles, um, acne. And you have a neck that seems to be made of brick. Hmm. These lines wouldn’t go over well at my house.
The most famous of his bodily tributes is: “Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.” This one isn’t exactly insulting, but it’s confusing. Fawns are bony, muscular, and jumpy—which is not how I would describe breasts.
He calls her a “locked garden.” She takes up the metaphor, enthusiastically! “Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden that its fragrance may be wafted abroad. Let my beloved come to his garden, and eat its choicest fruits.”