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And thy [a]mouth like the best wine,
That goeth down [b]smoothly for my beloved,
[c]Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.

10 I am my beloved’s;
And his desire is toward me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field;
Let us lodge in the villages.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 7:9 Hebrew palate.
  2. Song of Solomon 7:9 Hebrew aright.
  3. Song of Solomon 7:9 Or, Causing the lips of those that are asleep to move (or, speak)