10And your bosom like the good wine, going to my beloved, to the straight ones, caressing the lips of those who sleep.11I belong to my beloved, and his desire is upon me.12Come, my beloved, let us go out to the field; let us lodge in the villages.13Let us rise early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates have budded—there I will give you my love.14The mandrakes give fragrance, and at our doors are all delights, new ones along with old ones, my beloved—I have stored them up for you.
8
Chapter 8
1Who will give you to me as a brother, one who nursed at my mother's breast? I will find you outside, I will kiss you, and they will not despise me.2I will lead you; I will bring you to my mother's house. You will teach me—I will give you spiced wine to drink, from the juice of the pomegranate.3His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.4I have made you swear, O daughters of Jerusalem, why will you arouse and why will you awaken love until she desires.