8(7:9) I thought, I wish to climb up the palm-tree, I wish to take hold of its boughs; and, oh, that thy breasts might be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
9(7:10) And thy palate like the best wine, that glideth down for my friend gently, exciting the lips of those that are asleep.—
10(7:11) I am my friend's, and toward me is his desire.
11(7:12) Come, my friend, let us go forth into the field; let us spend the night in the villages;
12(7:13) Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine have blossomed, whether the young grape have opened to the view, whether the pomegranates have budded: there will I give my caresses unto thee.
13(7:14) The mandrakes give forth their smell, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and also old: O my friend, these have I laid up for thee.