Song of Solomon 7:8

5 Your head on you is like Carmel, The hair of your head like purple; The king is held captive in its tresses.

6 How beautiful and how pleasant are you, Love, for delights!

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.