Song of Solomon 7:11
King James Version
“Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.”
Context
8I 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;
9And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
10I my beloved’s, and his desire toward me.
11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, the tender grape appear, the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
13The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates all manner of pleasant new and old, I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.