Song of Solomon 7:8

5 Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!

6 How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.

7 This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.

8 I said, `Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,

9 And thy palate as the good wine --` Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!

10 I [am] my beloved`s, and on me [is] his desire.

11 Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,