Song of Songs 7:8
I said, I will climb the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches. Now let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of your breath like apples;
I said, I will climb the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches. Now let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of your breath like apples;
Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
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I wil clymme vp into the date tre, and take holde of his braunches. Thy brestes also shalbe as the vyne grapes, the smell of thy nostrels like the smell of apples,
I saide, I will goe vp into the palme tree, I will take holde of her boughes: thy breastes shall nowe be like the clusters of the vine: and the sauour of thy nose like apples,
I sayde, I wyll climbe vp into the paulme tree, and take holde of his hye braunches. Thy breastes also shalbe as the wine clusters, the smell of thy nosethrilles like as the smell of apples.
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
I said, "I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit." Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, The smell of your breath like apples, Beloved
I said, `Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,
I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples,
I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples,
I said, Let me go up the palm-tree, and let me take its branches in my hands: your breasts will be as the fruit of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples;
I said, "I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit." Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples, Beloved
I want to climb the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit stalks. May your breasts be like the clusters of grapes, and may the fragrance of your breath be like apples!
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2 Your navel is like a round goblet that lacks no wine; your belly is like a heap of wheat encircled with lilies.
3 Your two breasts are like two young gazelles that are twins.
4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes like the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
5 Your head crowns you like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple; the king is held captive by your locks.
6 How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights!
7 This stature of yours is like a palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
9 And the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, flowing gently, causing the lips of those who are asleep to speak.
10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12 Let us rise early to the vineyards, let us see if the vine has flourished, if the tender grapes appear, and the pomegranates blossom. There I will give you my love.
13 The mandrakes give off a fragrance, and at our gates are all kinds of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.
5 Your two breasts are like two young deer that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
6 Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
13 The fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grapes give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
14 O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for sweet is your voice, and your countenance is lovely.
1 Oh, that you were like my brother, who nursed at my mother's breasts! When I find you outside, I would kiss you, and I would not be despised.
2 I would lead you and bring you into my mother's house, who would teach me: I would cause you to drink of spiced wine from the juice of my pomegranate.
3 His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand would embrace me.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not stir up or awaken my love until he pleases.
5 Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised you up under the apple tree; there your mother brought you forth; there she gave birth to you.
3 As the apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
11 I went down to the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine had flourished, and the pomegranates had budded.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blooms in the vineyards of Engedi.
13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
5 Sustain me with raisins, comfort me with apples, for I am sick with love.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
6 His branches shall spread, and his beauty shall be as the olive tree, and his fragrance as Lebanon.
7 Those who dwell under his shadow shall return; they shall revive as the grain, and grow as the vine: the scent thereof shall be as the wine of Lebanon.
1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yes, drink abundantly, O beloved.
2 I sleep, but my heart wakes: it is the voice of my beloved that knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
17 I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
10 How fair is your love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is your love than wine! and the fragrance of your ointments than all spices!
11 Your lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.
15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
16 Awake, O north wind; and come, O south; blow upon my garden, that the spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then I was in his eyes as one who found favor.
1 Now I will sing to my beloved a song of my beloved concerning his vineyard. My beloved has a vineyard on a very fruitful hill:
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your love is better than wine.
7 Your temples within your locks are like a piece of a pomegranate.
5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
10 My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.'
3 Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your speech is lovely: your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within your locks.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices, like sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
4 Draw me, we will run after you; the king has brought me into his chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine; the upright love you.
11 But the fig tree said to them, Should I forsake my sweetness and my good fruit, and go to be promoted over the trees?