Add parallel Print Page Options

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.

Read full chapter

This stature of yours is like a palm tree,
And your breasts like its clusters.
I said, “I will go up to the palm tree,
I will take hold of its branches.”
Let now your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
The fragrance of your [a]breath like apples,
And the roof of your mouth like the best wine.

The Shulamite

The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved,
[b]Moving gently the [c]lips of sleepers.

Read full chapter

Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 7:8 Lit. nose
  2. Song of Solomon 7:9 Gliding over
  3. Song of Solomon 7:9 LXX, Syr., Vg. lips and teeth.