1 I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] bride: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I...
Read More1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, That we may...
Read More1 How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of...
Read More1 Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! [When] I should find thee...
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