Song of Solomon 7:8 YLT

⁶  How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.

⁷  This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.

⁸  I said, 'Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,

⁹  And thy palate as the good wine --' Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!

¹⁰  I 'am' my beloved's, and on me 'is' his desire.