Song of Songs 7:6-Song of Songs 8:4 - Solomon Longs For The Young Woman's Affection
6 How beautiful you are! How lovely, O love, with your delights! 7 The Lover to His Beloved: Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters of grapes. 8 I want to climb the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit stalks. May your breasts be like the clusters of grapes, and may the fragrance of your breath be like apricots! 9 May your mouth be like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding gently over our lips as we sleep together. 10 The Beloved about Her Lover: I am my beloved's, and he desires me!
11 The Beloved to Her Lover: Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night in the villages. 12 Let us rise early to go to the vineyards, to see if the vines have budded, to see if their blossoms have opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom -- there I will give you my love. 13 The mandrakes send out their fragrance; over our door is every delicacy, both new and old, which I have stored up for you, my lover.
1 The Beloved to Her Lover: Oh, how I wish you were my little brother, nursing at my mother's breasts; if I saw you outside, I could kiss you -- surely no one would despise me! 2 I would lead you and bring you to my mother's house, the one who taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates. 3 The Beloved about Her Lover: His left hand caresses my head, and his right hand stimulates me. 4 The Beloved to the Maidens: I admonish you, O maidens of Jerusalem: "Do not arouse or awaken love until it pleases!"