Thursday, July 3, 2008

Song 7:9-12

May the wine go straight to my lover,
flowing gently over lips and teeth.

I belong to my lover,
and his desire is for me.

Come, my lover, let us go to the countryside,
let us spend the night in the villages.

Let us go early to the vineyards
to see if the vines have budded
if their blossoms have opened,
and if the pomegranites are in bloom...
there I will give you my love.

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