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 and take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of grapes, and the fragrance of your breath like apricots.

9 Your mouth is like fine wine— W flowing smoothly for my love, gliding past my lips and teeth!

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

11 Come, my love, let’s go to the field; let’s spend the night among the henna blossoms.

12 Let’s go early to the vineyards; let’s 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 give off a fragrance, and at our doors is every delicacy— new as well as old. I have treasured them up for you, my love.