(1.0001540540541) | Sos 4:14 | nard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon with every kind of spice, myrrh and aloes with all the finest spices. 1 |
(0.99942248648649) | Sos 6:8 | There may be sixty 1 queens, and eighty concubines, and young women 2 without number. |
(0.99558518918919) | Sos 4:6 | Until the dawn arrives 1 and the shadows flee, I will go up to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. |
(0.99545664864865) | Sos 2:11 | Look! The winter has passed, the winter rains are over and gone. |
(0.99541697297297) | Sos 3:2 | “I will arise 1 and look all around 2 throughout the town, and throughout the streets 3 and squares; I will search for my beloved.” I searched for him but I did not find him. 4 |
(0.99529610810811) | Sos 2:6 | His left hand caresses my head, 1 and his right hand stimulates me. 2 |
(0.99512718918919) | Sos 7:10 |
(0.9945027027027) | Sos 5:4 | My lover thrust his hand 1 through 2 the hole, 3 and my feelings 4 were stirred 5 for him. |
(0.99446216216216) | Sos 5:10 | The Beloved to the Maidens: My beloved 1 is dazzling 2 and ruddy; 3 he stands out 4 in comparison to 5 all other men. 6 |
(0.99405524324324) | 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 |
(0.99398389189189) | Sos 6:9 | But she is unique! 1 My dove, my perfect one! She is the special daughter 2 of her mother, she is the favorite 3 of the one who bore her. The maidens 4 saw her and complimented her; 5 the queens and concubines praised her: |
(0.99393243243243) | Sos 7:7 |
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(0.99380389189189) | Sos 8:3 |
(0.99351275675676) | Sos 2:13 | The fig tree has budded, the vines have blossomed and give off their fragrance. Arise, come away my darling; my beautiful one, come away with me!” |
(0.99348183783784) | Sos 7:8 | I want 1 to climb the palm tree, 2 and take hold of its fruit stalks. May your breasts be like the clusters of grapes, 3 and may the fragrance of your breath be like apricots! 4 |
(0.99331891891892) | Sos 5:1 | The Lover to His Beloved: I have entered my garden, O my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my balsam spice. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk! The Poet to the Couple: 1 Eat, friends, and drink! 2 Drink freely, O lovers! |
(0.99325124324324) | Sos 4:11 | Your lips drip sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride, honey and milk are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon. |
(0.99325124324324) | Sos 7:13 | The mandrakes 1 send out their fragrance; over our door is every delicacy, 2 both new and old, which I have stored up for you, my lover. |