Song of Solomon 7:6–12

How fair and how spleasant art thou, O love, for tdelights!

This thy stature is like to a upalm tree,

And thy breasts to xclusters of grapes.

I said, I will go up to the upalm tree,

I will take hold of the boughs thereof:

Now also thy breasts shall be as xclusters of the vine,

And the smell of thy nose like yapples;

And zthe roof of thy mouth like the best wine

For my beloved, athat goeth down sweetly,

Causing the lips ||of those that are basleep to speak.

10  cI am my beloved’s, and his ddesire is toward me.

11  Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field;

Let us lodge in the villages.

12  Let us get up early to the vineyards;

Let us esee if the vine flourish, whether the ftender grape appear,

And ethe pomegranates bud forth:

There will I give thee my loves.

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