Apples

A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in settings of silver.

Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.

Keep me as the apple of Your eye; hide me in the shadow of Your wings

Keep my commandments and live; guard my teachings as the apple of your eye.

The grapevine is dried up, and the fig tree is withered; the pomegranate, palm, and apple—all the trees of the orchard—are withered. Surely the joy of mankind has dried up.

I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,