Song of Solomon 7:7-13 ▼

7 You are stately as a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.

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

9 and your kisses like the best wine that goes down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth.

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

11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth 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 over our doors are all choice fruits, new as well as old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.