7 Your stature is like the palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters.
8 I say, “I will climb up the palm tree; I will lay hold of its fruit clusters.” Let your breasts be pleasing like clusters of the vine and the scent of your breath like the apples.
9 Your palate is like the best wine that goes down for my beloved, smoothly gliding over my lips and teeth.
10 I belong to my beloved, and he desires me!
11 Come, my beloved, let us go out to the countryside; let us spend the night in the villages.
12 Let us rise early to go to the vineyards; let us see whether the vine has budded, whether the grape blossom has opened, and whether the pomegranates are in bloom; there I will give my love to you.
13 The mandrakes give off their fragrance, and over our doorway is every kind of delicious fruit; both fresh and dried fruit I have stored up for you, O my beloved.