Song of Songs 7:7-12 Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters of fruit.

ISV⁽ⁱ⁾ ⁷ Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters of fruit. ⁸ I told myself, “I’ll go up the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples. ⁹ May your mouth be like good wine.
The Loved One May it go down smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over the lips of the sleeping ones. ¹⁰ I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me. ¹¹ Come, my beloved. Let us go out to the country, let us spend the night in the villages. ¹² Let us go early to the vineyards, let us see whether the vine has budded, whether the blossom has opened, whether the pomegranates have bloomed. There I’ll give you my love.