SONG OF SONGS 7:9-12

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.

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

¹²Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see whether the vine hath budded, and its blossom be open, and the pomegranates be in flower: there will I give thee my love.