Song of Solomon 7:7-12

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

⁸I 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,

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

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

¹¹Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,

¹²We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;