Song of Songs 7:10-13

10May your mouth be like the best wine, going down smoothly for my beloved, causing the lips of sleepers to speak.

11I am my lover’s, and his desire is for me.

12Come, my beloved, let us go out into the field. Let us spend the night in the villages.

13Let us go out early to the vineyards, —let us see if the vine has budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates have bloomed— there I will give you my love.