Song of Solomon
Chapter Seven
A king is held captive by your tresses.
6How fair and how pleasant you are,
O love, with your delights!
7This stature of yours is like a palm tree,
And your breasts like its clusters.
8I said, โI will go up to the palm tree,
I will take hold of its branches.โ
Let now your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
The fragrance of your breath like apples,
9And the roof of your mouth like the best wine.
For our beautiful and beloved FemAnons
Patriotesses make the dough rise!
KEK