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Chapter 8 |
| 1 |
O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I
should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised. |
| 2 | I would lead thee, and
bring thee into my mother's house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to
drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate. |
| 3 | His left hand should be under my head,
and his right hand should embrace me. |
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4 | I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor
awake my love, until he please. |
| 5
| Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her
beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee
forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee. |
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6 | Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon
thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the
coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame. |
| 7 | Many waters cannot quench love,
neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his
house for love, it would utterly be contemned. |
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8 | We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what
shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for? |
| 9 | If she be a wall, we will build
upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with
boards of cedar. |
| 10 | I am
a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found
favour. |
| 11 | Solomon had a
vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the
fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver. |
| 12 | My vineyard, which is mine, is before
me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit
thereof two hundred. |
| 13 |
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause
me to hear it. |
| 14 | Make
haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the
mountains of spices. |
