Song of Songs 7:7-9
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Your stature is like that of the palm,
and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
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I said, “I will climb the palm tree;
I will take hold of its fruit.”
May your breasts be like the clusters of the vine,
the fragrance of your breath like apples,
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and your mouth like the best wine.
Beloved
May the wine go straight to my lover,
flowing gently over lips and teeth.