Song of Solomon 7:9 ~ ﻧﺸﻴﺪ ﺍﻷﻧﺸﺎ 7:9

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a nd the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.


وَفَمُكِ كَأفضَلِ نَبيذٍ. نَعَمْ تَنسابُ بِرِفقٍ مِنْ أجلِ حَبِيبِي، وَتَنتَشِرُ عَلَى شَفَتَيَّ وَأسنانِي. هِيَ تَقُولُ:

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