8I thought, "I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its fruit." May your breasts be like clusters on the vine. May the fragrance of your breath be like apples. 9May your mouth taste like the best wine...... that goes down smoothly to my beloved and glides over the lips of those about to sleep. 10I am my beloved's, and he longs for me. 11Come, my beloved. Let's go into the field. Let's spend the night among the henna flowers. 12Let's go to the vineyards early. Let's see if the vines have budded, if the grape blossoms have opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love. 13The mandrakes give off a fragrance, and at our door are all kinds of precious fruits. I have saved new and old things for you alone, my beloved.
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