SONG OF SONGS 7:8-10

⁸I said, I will climb up into the palm tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy breath like apples;

⁹And thy mouth like the best wine, that goeth down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.

¹⁰I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.