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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, Song of Solomon 7:7-8, Literal Standard Version. Copyright © 2020 Covenant Press.
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