Song of Solomon 7:9-11

Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition

⁹ Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.

¹⁰ I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me.

¹¹ Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages.