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Your mouth[a] is like fine wine(A)

Woman

flowing smoothly for my love,
gliding past my lips and teeth![b]
10 I am my love’s,
and his desire(B) is for me.(C)

11 Come, my love,
let’s go to the field;
let’s spend the night among the henna blossoms.[c]

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Footnotes

  1. 7:9 Lit palate
  2. 7:9 LXX, Syr, Vg; MT reads past lips of sleepers
  3. 7:11 Or the villages