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7 This thy height was like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters. 8 I said, I will go up upon the palm tree, I will hold fast upon its branches: and now thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the odor of thy nose as apples. 9 And thy palate as good wine going to my beloved for uprightness, causing the lips of the sleeping to flow softly. 10 I to my beloved, and upon me his desire. 11 Come, my beloved, we will go forth to the field; we will lodge in the villages. 12 We will rise early to the vineyards; we will see if the vine was fruitful, the vine blossoms opened, the pomegranates blossomed: there will I give my beloved to thee. 13 The mandrakes gave an odor, and upon our entrances all precious things, new also old, my beloved, I laid up for thee. Song of Solomon 7:7-13, Smith's Literal Translation. Public domain.
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