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(0.99975169902913) | Sos 5:4 | My lover thrust his hand 1 through 2 the hole, 3 and my feelings 4 were stirred 5 for him. |
(0.98119745145631) | Sos 4:4 | Your neck is like the tower 1 of David built with courses of stones; 2 one thousand shields are hung on it – all shields of valiant warriors. 3 |