^{7 Ref} This, your stature, is like a palm tree, Your breasts like its fruit.

^{8 Ref} 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

^{9 Ref} Your mouth like the best wine, That goes down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.