Song of Solomon 7:11

9Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

10I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.

11Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.

12Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

13The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.