Song of Solomon 7:8 ~ Cantares 7:8

I said, “I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches.” Let now your breasts be like clusters of the vine, The fragrance of your breath like apples,

Yo dije: ‘Subiré a la palmera, Tomaré sus frutos.’ ¡Sean tus pechos como racimos de la vid, El perfume de tu aliento como manzanas,

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