Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Song of Solomon

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins which feed among the lilies.

The joints of thy thighs are like jewels.

Thy navel is like a round goblet which wanteth not liquor.

Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies, a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters and streams from Lebanon.

Thy lips, o my spouse, drop as the honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

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