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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 (7:9) I [am] my beloved's, and his desire [is] toward me (7:10) Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages (7:11) Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, [whether] the tender grape appear, [and] the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves (7:12) The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates [are] all manner of pleasant [fruits], new and old, [which] I have laid up for thee, O my beloved
(7:13)
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