Song of Solomon 7:9-12

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

¹⁰I am my beloved’s. His desire is towards me.

¹¹Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.

¹²Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.