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7 This is thy greatness in thy delights: thou wast made like a palm tree, and thy breasts to cluster. 8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose of apples; 9 and thy throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth. 10 I am my kinsman's, and his desire is toward me. 11 Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. 12 Let us go early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, if the blossoms have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there will I give thee my breasts. 13 The mandrakes have given a smell, and at our doors are all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept them for thee. Song of Solomon 7:7-13, Brenton Septuagint Translation. Public domain.
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