| (0.24677500540541) | Sos 6:13 |
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| (0.24674975135135) | Sos 2:8 |
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| (0.24674975135135) | Sos 2:15 |
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| (0.24674975135135) | Sos 4:12 |
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| (0.24674975135135) | Sos 6:4 |
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| (0.24674975135135) | Sos 7:2 |
| Your navel 1 is a round mixing bowl 2 – may it never lack 3 mixed wine! 4 Your belly 5 is a mound of wheat, encircled 6 by lilies. |
| (0.24670141621622) | Sos 5:2 |
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| (0.24669770810811) | Sos 7:1 |
| The Lover to His Beloved: (7:2) How beautiful are your sandaled 1 feet, O nobleman’s daughter! 2 The curves 3 of your thighs 4 are like jewels, the work of the hands of a master craftsman. |
| (0.24669770810811) | Sos 8:7 |
| Surging waters cannot quench love; floodwaters 1 cannot overflow it. If someone were to offer all his possessions 2 to buy love, 3 the offer 4 would be utterly despised. 5 |



