Song of Solomon 7:8 ~ Cantares 7:8

I said, `Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,

Yo dije: “Subiré a la palmera, asiré sus frutos. ¡Sean tus pechos como racimos de la vid, el perfume de tu aliento como manzanas,

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