⁸ I say I will climb the palm tree
    and lay hold of its fruit.
Oh may your breasts be like ^(A)clusters of the vine,
    and the scent of your breath like apples,

^11 (A)Come, my beloved,
    let us go out into the fields
    and lodge in the villages;^[a]
12 let us go out early to the vineyards
    ^(B)and see whether the vines have budded,
whether ^(C)the grape blossoms have opened
    and the pomegranates are in bloom.
There I will give you my love.
^13 (D)The mandrakes give forth fragrance,
    and beside our doors are all choice fruits,
^(E)new as well as old,
    which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.