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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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You are slender like a palm tree,
    and your breasts are like its clusters of fruit.
I said, “I will climb the palm tree
    and take hold of its fruit.”
May your breasts be like grape clusters,
    and the fragrance of your breath like apples.
May your kisses be as exciting as the best wine—

Young Woman

Yes, wine that goes down smoothly for my lover,
    flowing gently over lips and teeth.[a]

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Footnotes

  1. 7:9 As in Greek and Syriac versions and Latin Vulgate; Hebrew reads over lips of sleepers.