Song of Solomon 7:7-13 ▼

7 (7:8) Thy stature is lyke a paulme tree, and thy breastes lyke the grapes.

8 (7:9) I sayde, I wyll climbe vp into the paulme tree, and take holde of his hye braunches. (7:10) Thy breastes also shalbe as the wine clusters, the smell of thy nosethrilles like as the smell of apples.

9 (7:11) And thy rooffe of thy mouth lyke the best wine, which is meete for my best beloued, pleasaunt for his lippes, and for his teeth to chawe.

10 (7:12) I am my beloueds, and he shall turne hym vnto me.

11 (7:13) O come on my loue, we wyll go foorth into the fielde, and take our lodgyng in the villages.

12 (7:14) In the mornyng wyll we go see the vineyarde, we wyll see yf the vine be sprong foorth, yf the grapes be growen, and yf the pomegranates be shot out. (7:15) There will I geue thee my brestes:

13 (7:15) the Mandragoras geue their sweete smell, and besyde our doores are all maner of pleasaunt fruites both newe and olde, which I haue kept for thee O my beloued.