Song of Solomon 7:9-13

⁹And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, ...That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them that are asleep.

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

¹¹— Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields; Let us lodge in the villages.

¹²We will go up early to the vineyards, We will see if the vine hath budded, If the blossom is opening, And the pomegranates are in bloom: There will I give thee my loves.

¹³The mandrakes yield fragrance; And at our gates are all choice fruits, new and old: I have laid them up for thee, my beloved.