8 Your very form resembles a date-palm,and your breasts, clusters.
9 I thought, “Let me climb the date-palm!Let me take hold of its branches!Let your breasts be like clusters of the vineand the fragrance of your breath like apples,
10 And your mouth like the best wine—Wthat flows down smoothly for my lover,gliding over my lips and teeth.
11 I belong to my lover,his yearning is for me.
12 Come, my lover! Let us go out to the fields,let us pass the night among the henna.
13 Let us go early to the vineyards, and seeif the vines are in bloom,If the buds have opened,if the pomegranates have blossomed;There will I give you my love.
14 The mandrakes give forth fragrance,and over our doors are all choice fruits;Fruits both fresh and dried, my lover,have I kept in store for you.