Song of Solomon 7:7-9

Young's Literal Translation

⁷ This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.

⁸ I said, `Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,

⁹ And thy palate as the good wine --' Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!