Подумал я: влез бы я на пальму, ухватился бы за ветви её; и груди твои были бы вместо кистей винограда, и запах от ноздрей твоих, как от яблок;
and your mouth like the best wine. She May the wine go straight to my beloved, flowing gently over lips and teeth.a
and your mouthb like the best wine.She It goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over lips and teeth.c
And your mouth like the best wine!” “It goes down smoothly for my beloved, Flowing gently through the lips of those who fall asleep.
May your kisses be as exciting as the best wine — Young Woman Yes, wine that goes down smoothly for my lover, flowing gently over lips and teeth.b
And 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.
And the roof of your mouth like the best wine. The Shulamite The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved, [c]Moving gently the [d]lips of sleepers.
And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, ... That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them that are asleep.