Song of Solomon 7:6–8

6 How beautiful you are and how pleasing,

my love, with your delights!

7 Your stature is like that of the palm,

and your breasts like clusters of fruit.

8 I said, “I will climb the palm tree;

I will take hold of its fruit.”

May your breasts be like clusters of grapes on the vine,

the fragrance of your breath like apples,

6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree,

And thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

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;

6 Oh, how beautiful you are!

How pleasing, my love, how full of delights!

7 You are slender like a palm tree,

and your breasts are like its clusters of fruit.

8 I said, “I will climb the palm tree

and take hold of its fruit.”

May your breasts be like grape clusters,

and the fragrance of your breath like apples.

6 How fair and how pleasant you are,

O love, with your delights!

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,

6 You are beautiful and pleasant;

my love, you are full of delights.

7 You are tall like a palm tree,

and your breasts are like its bunches of fruit.

8 I said, “I will climb up the palm tree

and take hold of its fruit.”

Let your breasts be like bunches of grapes,

the smell of your breath like apples,

6 How fair and how pleasant art thou,

O love, for delights!

7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree,

And thy breasts to its clusters.

8 I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree,

I will take hold of the branches thereof:

Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine,

And the smell of thy breath like apples,

6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, my love, in delights! 7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to grape clusters. 8 I said, I will go up to the palm-tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof; And thy breasts shall indeed be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,

6 How beautiful and charming you are, my love, with your elegance. 

7 Young woman, 

your figure is like a palm tree, 

and your breasts are like its clusters. 

8 I thought, “I will climb the palm tree 

and take hold of its fruit.” 

May your breasts be like clusters on the vine. 

May the fragrance of your breath be like apples. 

6 How beautiful you are and how pleasant,

my love, with such delights!

7 Your stature is like a palm tree;

your breasts are clusters of fruit.

8 I said, “I will climb the palm tree

and take hold of its fruit.”

May your breasts be like clusters of grapes,

and the fragrance of your breath like apricots.

6 How fair and pleasant you are,

O loved one, delectable maiden!

7 You are stately as a palm tree,

and your breasts are like its clusters.

8 I said, “I will climb the palm tree

and lay hold of its branches.”

O may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,

and the scent of your breath like apples,

6 How beautiful you are and how pleasant,

O loved one in the delights!

7 Your stature is like the palm tree,

and your breasts are like clusters.

8 I say, “I will climb up the palm tree;

I will lay hold of its fruit clusters.”

Let your breasts be pleasing like clusters of the vine

and the scent of your breath like the apples.

6 You are so beautiful! You please me so much!

You are so delightful, my love!

7 You are as graceful as a palm tree.

Your breasts are as sweet as the freshest fruit.

8 I said, ‘I will climb the palm tree.

I’ll take hold of its fruit.’

May your breasts be as sweet as the fruit on the vine.

May your breath smell like the tastiest apples.

6 “How beautiful and how delightful you are,

My love, with all your charms!

7 “Your stature is like a palm tree,

And your breasts are like its clusters.

8 “I said, ‘I will climb the palm tree,

I will take hold of its fruit stalks.’

Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,

And the fragrance of your breath like apples,