10. Bride: Your throat is like the finest wine: wine worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and teeth to contemplate.
11. I am for my beloved, and his turning is to me.
12. Approach, my beloved. Let us go out into the field; let us linger in the villages.
13. Let us go up in the morning to the vineyards; let us see if the vineyard has flourished, if the flowers are ready to bear fruit, if the pomegranates have flourished. There I will give my breasts to you.
14. The mandrakes yield their fragrance. At our gates is every fruit. The new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for you.