7. This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
8. 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;
9. And thy mouth like the best wine, that goeth down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.