Song of Songs 7:6-Song of Songs 8:4 - Solomon Longs For The Young Woman's Affection

⁶ How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights. 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! ¹⁰ I am my beloved's, and on me is his desire.

¹¹ Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field, ¹² We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves; ¹³ The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!

¹ Who doth make thee as a brother to me, Sucking the breasts of my mother? I find thee without, I kiss thee, Yea, they do not despise me, ² I lead thee, I bring thee in unto my mother's house, She doth teach me, I cause thee to drink of the perfumed wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate, ³ His left hand is under my head, And his right doth embrace me. ⁴ I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!