6. How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
7. This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters.
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 is open, And the pomegranates are in flower: There will I give thee my love.
13. The mandrakes give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.