Song of Solomon 7:12

7 This, your stature, is like a palm tree, Your breasts like its fruit.

8 I said, "I will climb up into the palm-tree. I will take hold of its fruit." Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, The smell of your breath like apples, Beloved

9 Your mouth like the best wine, That goes down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

10 I am my beloved`s. His desire is toward me.

11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.

12 Let`s go early up to the vineyards. Let`s see whether the vine has budded, Its blossom is open, And the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have stored up for you, my beloved.