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Your stature is like that of a palm tree, and your bosom like its clusters [of dates, declared the king].

I resolve that I will climb the palm tree; I will grasp its branches. Let your breasts be like clusters of the grapevine, and the scent of your breath like apples,

And your kisses like the best wine—[then the Shulammite interrupted] that goes down smoothly and sweetly for my beloved [shepherd, kisses] gliding over his lips while he sleeps!

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Your stature is like that of the palm,
    and your breasts(A) like clusters of fruit.
I said, “I will climb the palm tree;
    I will take hold of its fruit.”
May your breasts be like clusters of grapes on the vine,
    the fragrance of your breath like apples,(B)
    and your mouth like the best wine.

She

May the wine go straight to my beloved,(C)
    flowing gently over lips and teeth.[a]

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Songs 7:9 Septuagint, Aquila, Vulgate and Syriac; Hebrew lips of sleepers