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7 <font color=#008800>Your stature is comparable to the palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.</font> 8 Groom: <font color=#CC0000>I said, I will ascend to the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. And your breasts will be like clusters of grapes on the vine. And the fragrance of your mouth will be like apples.</font> 9 Bride: <font color=#0000CC>Your throat is like the finest wine: wine worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and teeth to contemplate.</font> 10 <font color=#0000CC>I am for my beloved, and his turning is to me.</font> 11 <font color=#0000CC>Approach, my beloved. Let us go out into the field; let us linger in the villages.</font> 12 <font color=#0000CC>Let us go up in the morning to the vineyards; let us see if the vineyard has flourished, if the flowers are ready to bear fruit, if the pomegranates have flourished. There I will give my breasts to you.</font> 13 <font color=#0000CC>The mandrakes yield their fragrance. At our gates is every fruit. The new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for you.</font> Song of Solomon 7:7-13, Catholic Public Domain Version. Public domain.
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