7:3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe.
7:6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
7:7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters.
7:8 I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples,
7:9 And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.
7:10 I am my beloved`s; And his desire is toward me.
7:11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; Let us lodge in the villages.
7:12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see whether the vine hath budded, [And] its blossom is open, [And] the pomegranates are in flower: There will I give thee my love.