Song of Solomon 7:8-12

“I said, ‘I will climb the palm tree, I will grasp its fruit stalks.’ Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of your breath like apples,

And your mouth like the best wine!”The Bride “It goes down smoothly for my beloved, Flowing gently through the lips of those who are asleep. The Union of Love

“I am my beloved’s, And his desire is for me.

“Come, my beloved, let’s go out to the country, Let’s spend the night in the villages.

“Let’s rise early and go to the vineyards; Let’s see whether the vine has grown And its buds have opened, And whether the pomegranates have bloomed. There I will give you my love.