Song of Solomon 7:7-9

International Standard Version

⁷ Your stature^[a] is like a palm tree,
    and your breasts are like clusters of fruit.^[b]
8 I told myself, “I’ll go up the palm tree,
    and take hold of its fruit.
May your breasts be like clusters of the vine,^[c]
    and the smell of your breath like apples.^[d]
9 May your mouth^[e] be like good wine.

May it go down smoothly to my beloved,
    gliding gently over the lips of the sleeping ones.