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Discovery Box| (0.99967195538058) | 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. |
| (0.99967195538058) | Sos 5:12 |
| His eyes are like doves by streams of water, washed in milk, mounted like jewels. |
| (0.93377156167979) | 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! |
