ine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
SSol7:6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
SSol7:7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
SSol7:8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
SSol7:9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
SSol7:10 I am my beloved''s, and his desire is toward me.
SSol7:11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
SSol7:12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
SSol7:13 The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
SSol8:1 O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised.
SSol8:2 I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother''s house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.