Song of Songs 7:8-10

New International Reader's Version

⁸ I said, ‘I will climb the palm tree.
    I’ll take hold of its fruit.’
May your breasts be as sweet as grapes on the vine.
    May your breath smell like the tastiest apples.
⁹     May your lips be like the finest wine.”

“May my wine go straight to you, my love.
    May it flow gently over our lips as we sleep.