Song of Solomon 7:7-13 ▼

7 Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.

8 I say I will climb the palm tree and lay hold of its fruit. Oh may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples,

9 and your mouth like the best wine. She It goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over lips and teeth.

10 I am my beloved’s, and his desire is for me.

11 Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields and lodge in the villages;

12 let us go out early to the vineyards and see whether the vines have budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.

13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and beside our doors are all choice fruits, new as well as old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.