7. This stature of yours compares to a palm tree, And your breasts to clusters.
8. I said, “Let me go up to the palm tree, Let me take hold of its tips.” And please, let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of your breath like apples,
9. And your palate like the best wine, Going down smoothly for my beloved, Flowing gently, slumbering lips.
10. I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.