Song of Songs 7:9-11

Evangelical Heritage Version

⁹ I said, “I will climb the date palm.
I will take hold of its bunches of fruit.”
May your breasts be like the clusters of the vine,
the fragrance of your breath like apples,
^10a and your mouth like the best wine—

^10b —flowing to my lover,
gliding smoothly over lips and teeth.^[a]
11 I belong to my lover,
and his desire is for me.