And the odour of thy breath
As that of apples;
9 And thy speech as delicious wine, [[182]]
Which to my friend flows down with mellowed sweetness,
And causes slumbering lips to speak.
THE SHULAMITE.
10 I belong to my beloved,
And it is for me to desire him.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go into the country, [[183]]
Let us abide in the villages.