American Standard Version
"This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters. "
— Song Of Solomon 7:7, American Standard Version
“This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.”
“This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.”
“The Palm Tree and the Palm Tree ClimberThe Lover to His Beloved: Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters of grapes.”
“Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.”
“You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.”
“This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.”
Thy neck is like the tower of ivory; Thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looketh toward Damascus.
Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses thereof.
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters.
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,
And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.
I am my beloved’s; And his desire is toward me.