8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree,I will take hold of the boughs thereof:now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine,and the smell of thy nose like apples;
9 and the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved,that goeth down sweetly,causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
10 I am my beloved's,and his desire is toward me.
11 Come, my beloved,let us go forth into the field;let us lodge in the villages.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards;let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth:there will I give thee my loves.
13 The mandrakes give a smell,and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.