Song of Songs 7:9-13

⁹May your palate be like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who sleep.

¹⁰I am my beloved's, and he desires me.

¹¹Come, my beloved, let us go out into the countryside; let us spend the night in the villages.

¹²Let us rise early to go to the vineyards; let us see whether the vines have budded, whether their blossoms have opened, and whether the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

¹³The mandrakes give off their fragrance; at the door where we are staying are all sorts of choice fruits, new and old, that I have stored up for you, my beloved.