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And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep. |
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And the roof of thy mouth ª
like the best ª
wine ª
for my beloved, ª
that goeth ª°
[ down] sweetly, ª
causing the lips ª
of those that are asleep ª
to speak. ª° |
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And the roofe of thy mouth ª
like the best ª
wine, ª
for my beloued, ª
that goeth ª°
[ downe] sweetely, ª
causing the lippes ª
of those that are asleepe, ª
to speake. ª° |
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and thy throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth. |
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And the roof of thy mouth ª
like the best ª
wine ª
for my beloved, ª
that goeth ª°
[ down] sweetly, ª
causing the lips ª
of those that are asleep ª
to speak. ª° |
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{Song of Songs 7:9} 
American Standard Version (ASV 1901)