(1.0000554455446) | Sos 1:11 | We 1 will make for you gold ornaments studded with silver. 2 |
(0.99838943894389) | Sos 2:15 |
(0.99677359735974) | Sos 3:1 |
(0.99605665566557) | Sos 5:4 | My lover thrust his hand 1 through 2 the hole, 3 and my feelings 4 were stirred 5 for him. |
(0.99569405940594) | Sos 8:8 |
(0.99501694169417) | Sos 3:9 | King Solomon made a sedan chair 1 for himself of wood imported from Lebanon. 2 |
(0.99244191419142) | Sos 5:6 | I opened for my beloved, but my lover had already turned 1 and gone away. 2 I fell into despair 3 when he departed. 4 I looked for him but did not find him; I called him but he did not answer me. |
(0.99196919691969) | Sos 1:2 |
(0.99142816281628) | 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. |
(0.99127513751375) | Sos 2:5 | Sustain 1 me with raisin cakes, 2 refresh me with apples, 3 for I am faint with love. 4 The Double Refrain: Embracing and Adjuration |
(0.99125060506051) | 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 |
(0.99020759075908) | 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 |
(0.99004345434543) | Sos 8:13 |
(0.98903267326733) | Sos 5:5 | I arose to open for my beloved; my hands dripped with myrrh – my fingers flowed with myrrh on the handles of the lock. |
(0.98893487348735) | Sos 8:11 |
(0.98832750275028) | Sos 8:12 | My vineyard, 1 which belongs to me, 2 is at my disposal alone. 3 The thousand shekels belong to you, O Solomon, and two hundred shekels belong to those who maintain it for its fruit. |
(0.98796688668867) | Sos 2:12 | The pomegranates have appeared 1 in the land, the time for pruning and singing 2 has come; the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. |
(0.98590055005501) | Sos 2:14 |
(0.98564752475248) | Sos 8:6 |
(0.98543245324532) | Sos 1:6 | Do not stare at me because 1 I am dark, for 2 the sun has burned my skin. 3 My brothers 4 were angry 5 with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards. Alas, my own vineyard 6 I could not keep! 7 |