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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[a] is like a palm tree,
    and your breasts are like clusters of fruit.[b]
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]
May your mouth[e] be like good wine.

The Loved One

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

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 7:7 Lit. This stature of yours
  2. Song of Solomon 7:7 The Heb. lacks of fruit
  3. Song of Solomon 7:8 I.e. grapes
  4. Song of Solomon 7:8 Or apricots
  5. Song of Solomon 7:9 Lit. palate