Song of Solomon 7:9 ASV

⁷  This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters.

⁸  I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples,

⁹  And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.

¹⁰  I am my beloved's; And his desire is toward me.

¹¹  Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; Let us lodge in the villages.