Song of Solomon 7:7-13 ▼

7 Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.

8 I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,

9 and your mouth \palate/ like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth [gliding gently over lips as we sleep].

10 I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.

11 Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers (among the henna blossoms).

12 Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom—there I will give you my love.

13 The mandrakes send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.