Song of Solomon 7:8-10

International Standard Version

⁸ I told myself, “I’ll go up the palm tree,
    and take hold of its fruit.
May your breasts be like clusters of the vine,^[a]
    and the smell of your breath like apples.^[b]
9 May your mouth^[c] be like good wine.

May it go down smoothly to my beloved,
    gliding gently over the lips of the sleeping ones.
¹⁰ I belong to my beloved,
    and his desire is for me.