(0.99966121495327) | 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!” |
(0.99885210280374) | Sos 2:11 | Look! The winter has passed, the winter rains are over and gone. |
(0.99885210280374) | Sos 7:11 |
(0.9874652453271) | Sos 2:10 |
(0.9874652453271) | Sos 6:1 |
(0.9874652453271) | 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 |
(0.97607838785047) | 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. |