(1.0000077790304) | Sos 8:10 | The Beloved: I was a wall, and my breasts were like fortress towers. 1 Then I found favor 2 in his eyes. 3 |
(0.24281206313416) | Sos 8:1 |
(0.24270599774521) | Sos 1:2 |
(0.24270599774521) | Sos 8:3 |
(0.24248741826381) | Sos 2:17 |
(0.24248741826381) | 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. |
(0.24248741826381) | Sos 7:5 | Your head crowns 1 you like Mount Carmel. 2 The locks of your hair 3 are like royal tapestries 4 – the king is held captive 5 in its tresses! |
(0.24248741826381) | Sos 7:9 | May your mouth 1 be like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding gently over our lips as we sleep together. 2 |