Your stature is like that of the palm,
    and your breasts(A) like clusters of fruit.
I said, “I will climb the palm tree;
    I will take hold of its fruit.”
May your breasts be like clusters of grapes on the vine,
    the fragrance of your breath like apples,(B)
    and your mouth like the best wine.

She

May the wine go straight to my beloved,(C)
    flowing gently over lips and teeth.[a]

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Songs 7:9 Septuagint, Aquila, Vulgate and Syriac; Hebrew lips of sleepers