Song of Solomon 7:9 WEB

⁷  This, your stature, is like a palm tree, Your breasts like its fruit.

⁸  I said, 'I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.' Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, The smell of your breath like apples, Beloved

⁹  Your mouth like the best wine, That goes down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

¹⁰  I am my beloved's. His desire is toward me.

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