Song of Solomon 7:11
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
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Song of Solomon 7:11
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
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Song of Solomon 7:8
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
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Song of Solomon 7:9
And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
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