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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 is like a palm tree;
your breasts are clusters of fruit.
I said, “I will climb the palm tree
and take hold of its fruit.”(A)
May your breasts be like clusters of grapes,
and the fragrance of your breath like apricots.(B)
Your mouth[a] is like fine wine(C)

Woman

flowing smoothly for my love,
gliding past my lips and teeth![b]

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Footnotes

  1. 7:9 Lit palate
  2. 7:9 LXX, Syr, Vg; MT reads past lips of sleepers