Song of Solomon 7:8 ~ Cantares 7:8

I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples, Beloved

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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