Song of Solomon 7:8-12

⁸I will go up, say I to myself, upon the palm-tree; I will take hold of its boughs, And thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,

⁹And thy mouth like the best wine— M. — that goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Flowing over the lips of them that sleep.

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

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

¹²Then will we go early to the vineyards, To see whether the vine putteth forth, Whether its blossom openeth, And the pomegranates bud forth; There will I give thee my love!