New King James Version (NKJV)
Song of Solomon 7
7 This stature of yours is like a palm tree, And your breasts like its clusters.
8 I said, "I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches." Let now your breasts be like clusters of the vine, The fragrance of your breath like apples,
9 And the roof of your mouth like the best wine. The Shulamite The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved, Moving gently the lips of sleepers.
10 I am my beloved’s, And his desire is toward me.
11 Come, my beloved, Let us go forth to the field; Let us lodge in the villages.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see if the vine has budded, Whether the grape blossoms are open, And the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.
13 The mandrakes give off a fragrance, And at our gates are pleasant fruits, All manner, new and old, Which I have laid up for you, my beloved.
Song of Solomon 8
1 Oh, that you were like my brother, Who nursed at my mother’s breasts! If I should find you outside, I would kiss you; I would not be despised.
2 I would lead you and bring you Into the house of my mother, She who used to instruct me. I would cause you to drink of spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate.
3 (To the Daughters of Jerusalem) His left hand is under my head, And his right hand embraces me.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, Do not stir up nor awaken love Until it pleases.
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