Song of Solomon 7:8-10

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; 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. {sweetly: Heb. straightly} {of those...: or, of the ancient} I {am} my beloved's, and his desire {is} toward me.