Song of Solomon 7:12
World English Bible
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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.