7. This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters.
8. I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples,
9. And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.
10. I am my beloved’s; And his desire is toward me.