My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-Gedi.

The Lover to His Beloved: Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters of grapes.

On the vine there were three branches. As it budded, its blossoms opened and its clusters ripened into grapes.

For their vine is from the stock of Sodom, and from the fields of Gomorrah. Their grapes contain venom, their clusters of grapes are bitter.

When they came to the valley of Eshcol, they cut down from there a branch with one cluster of grapes, and they carried it on a staff between two men, as well as some of the pomegranates and the figs.

That place was called the Eshcol Valley, because of the cluster of grapes that the Israelites cut from there.

I want to climb the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit stalks. May your breasts be like the clusters of grapes, and may the fragrance of your breath be like apricots!

I am depressed! Indeed, it is as if the summer fruit has been gathered, and the grapes have been harvested. There is no grape cluster to eat, no fresh figs that I crave so much.

This is what the Lord says: “When juice is discovered in a cluster of grapes, someone says, ‘Don’t destroy it, for it contains juice.’ So I will do for the sake of my servants – I will not destroy everyone.