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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.
Your mouth is like the best wine,
    that goes down smoothly for my beloved,
    gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

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Your stature is like a palm tree,
    and your breasts are like its clusters.
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,
and your (B)mouth[a] like the best wine.

She

It goes down smoothly for my beloved,
    gliding over lips and teeth.[b]

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 7:9 Hebrew palate
  2. Song of Solomon 7:9 Septuagint, Syriac, Vulgate; Hebrew causing the lips of sleepers to speak, or gliding over the lips of those who sleep