Song of Solomon 7:9

How beautiful and how pleasant you are,

love, for delights!

This, your stature, is like a palm tree,

your breasts like its fruit.

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.

I am my beloved’s.

His desire is toward me.

Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field.

Let’s lodge in the villages.

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.