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| (1.0005955242967) | Sos 5:4 |
| My lover thrust his hand 1 through 2 the hole, 3 and my feelings 4 were stirred 5 for him. |
| (0.9662104859335) | Sos 5:14 |
| His arms are like rods of gold set with chrysolite. His abdomen 1 is like polished ivory inlaid with sapphires. |


