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Your stature is like a palm tree,
    and your breasts are like its clusters.
I say I will climb the palm tree
    and take hold of its branches.
Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
    and the scent of your breath like apples,
    and your mouth like the best wine.
It goes down smoothly for my beloved,
    gliding over lips and teeth.

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This stature of yours is like a palm tree,
And your breasts like its clusters.
I said, “I will go up to the palm tree,
I will take hold of its branches.”
Let now your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
The fragrance of your [a]breath like apples,
And the roof of your mouth like the best wine.

The Shulamite

The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved,
[b]Moving gently the [c]lips of sleepers.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 7:8 Lit. nose
  2. Song of Solomon 7:9 Gliding over
  3. Song of Solomon 7:9 LXX, Syr., Vg. lips and teeth.