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(1.0005698780488) | Sos 7:2 | Your navel 1 is a round mixing bowl 2 – may it never lack 3 mixed wine! 4 Your belly 5 is a mound of wheat, encircled 6 by lilies. |
(0.98428817073171) | 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 |