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I said, “I will climb the date palm
    and take hold of its fruit.”
May your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
    the fragrance of your breath like apple.

The Bride’s Appeal

10 May your mouth be like the best wine,
    going down smoothly for my beloved,
    causing the lips of sleepers to speak.
11 I am my lover’s,
    and his desire is for me.

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    and your mouth like the best wine.

She

May the wine go straight to my beloved,(A)
    flowing gently over lips and teeth.[a]
10 I belong to my beloved,
    and his desire(B) is for me.(C)
11 Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside,
    let us spend the night in the villages.[b]

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Songs 7:9 Septuagint, Aquila, Vulgate and Syriac; Hebrew lips of sleepers
  2. Song of Songs 7:11 Or the henna bushes