9. Your palate is like excellent wine . . .[Woman]. . . flowing smoothly for my love,gliding through the lips and teeth.
10. I belong to my lover,and his longing is only for me.[Woman]
11. Come, my love:Let’s go out to the fieldand rest all night among the flowering henna.
12. Let’s set out early for the vineyards.We will see if the vines have buddedand the blossoms opened,see if the pomegranates have bloomed.There I’ll give my loving to you.
13. The mandrakes give off their scent,and at our doorways is every delicacy—fresh or ripened—my love, I have kept them hidden for you.