Song of Songs 7:7 - 7:9

Your stature is like a palm tree,

And your breasts are like its clusters.

I said, ‘I will climb the palm tree;

I will seize its fruit stalks.’

Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,

And the fragrance of your breath like apples,

And your mouth like the best wine!”

“It goes down smoothly for my beloved,

Flowing gently through the lips of those who fall asleep.