In Context

7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

8 I said, I will climb up into the palm tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy breath like apples;

9 And thy mouth like the best wine, that goeth down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.

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 whether the vine hath budded, and its blossom be open, and the pomegranates be in flower: there will I give thee my love.

Song of Solomon 7:10 in Other Translations