8. I said, `Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,
9. And thy palate as the good wine--'Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
10. I [am] my beloved's, and on me [is] his desire.