9 And your palate like the best wine, Going down smoothly for my beloved, Flowing gently, slumbering lips.
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 stay in the villages.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see whether the vine has budded, The grape blossoms have opened, The pomegranates have bloomed. There I give you my loves.
13 The love-apples have given fragrance, And at our gates are all pleasant fruit, New and old, which I have laid up for you, my beloved.