9 And the roof of your mouth like the best wine.The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved,Moving gently the lips of sleepers.
10 I am my beloved’s,And his desire is toward me.
11 Come, my beloved,Let us go forth to the field;Let us lodge in the villages.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards;Let us see if the vine has budded,Whether the grape blossoms are open,And the pomegranates are in bloom.There I will give you my love.
13 The mandrakes give off a fragrance,And at our gates are pleasant fruits,All manner, new and old,Which I have laid up for you, my beloved.