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

8 “I said, ‘I will climb the palm tree, I will take hold of its fruit stalks.’ Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of your breath like apples,

9 And your mouth like the best wine!” “It goes down smoothly for my beloved, Flowing gently through the lips of those who fall asleep.

Song of Solomon 7:7-9, New American Standard 1995. Copyright © 1995 by The Lockman Foundation.
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