8 I will climb the palm treeand pick its fruit.To me your breasts are like bunches of grapes,your breath like the fragrance of apples,
9 and your mouth like the finest wine.Then let the wine flow straight to my lover,flowing over his lips and teeth.
10 I belong to my lover, and he desires me.
11 Come, darling, let's go out to the countrysideand spend the night in the villages.
12 We will get up early and look at the vinesto see whether they've started to grow,whether the blossoms are openingand the pomegranate trees are in bloom.There I will give you my love.
13 You can smell the scent of mandrakes,and all the pleasant fruits are near our door.Darling, I have kept for youthe old delights and the new.