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7 This your stature has been like to a palm, || And your breasts to clusters. 8 I said, “Let me go up on the palm, || Let me lay hold on its boughs,” || Indeed, let your breasts now be as clusters of the vine, || And the fragrance of your face as citrons, 9 And your palate as the good wine—Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, || Strengthening the lips of the aged! 10 I [am] my beloved’s, and on me [is] his desire. 11 Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field, 12 We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, || We see if the vine has flourished, || The sweet smelling-flower has opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, || There I give to you my loves; 13 The mandrakes have given fragrance, || And at our openings all pleasant things, || New, indeed, old, my beloved, I laid up for you! Song of Solomon 7:7-13, Literal Standard Version. Copyright © 2020 Covenant Press.
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