Note:: This version of the Song of Solomon is such a b***h to find.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
His fruit was sweet to my taste.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair;
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet,
Thine eyes are as doves behind a veil
And comely is thy mouth
Thy two breasts are like thorns feeding among the lilies
Thy navel is like a round goblet wherein no mingled wine is wanting
Thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies
Let thy breasts be as clusters on the vine
And thy mouth, like the best wine
Open to me, my dove, for my head is filled with the drops of the night
Come, my beloved, let us see if the vine flourishes,
And the tender grapes appear, and the pomegranates bud forth
http://www.youtube.com/v/KvvM_21DTx8&loop=1
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
His fruit was sweet to my taste.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair;
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet,
Thine eyes are as doves behind a veil
And comely is thy mouth
Thy two breasts are like thorns feeding among the lilies
Thy navel is like a round goblet wherein no mingled wine is wanting
Thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies
Let thy breasts be as clusters on the vine
And thy mouth, like the best wine
Open to me, my dove, for my head is filled with the drops of the night
Come, my beloved, let us see if the vine flourishes,
And the tender grapes appear, and the pomegranates bud forth
http://www.youtube.com/v/KvvM_21DTx8&loop=1
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