8. I say I will climb the palm treeand lay hold of its fruit.Oh may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,and the scent of your breath like apples,
9. and your mouth like the best wine.It goes down smoothly for my beloved,gliding over lips and teeth.
10. I am my beloved’s, and his desire is for me.
11. Come, my beloved,let us go out into the fieldsand lodge in the villages;
12. let us go out early to the vineyards and see whether the vines have budded,whether the grape blossoms have openedand the pomegranates are in bloom.There I will give you my love.
13. The mandrakes give forth fragrance,and beside our doors are all choice fruits, new as well as old,which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.