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Song of Songs 8


1 Oh that you were like a brother to me
 who nursed at my mother's breasts!
If I found you outside, I would kiss you,
 and none would despise me.
2 I would lead you and bring you
 into the house of my mother—
 she who used to teach me.
I would give you spiced wine to drink,
 the juice of my pomegranate.
3 His left hand is under my head,
 and his right hand embraces me!
4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
 that you not stir up or awaken love
 until it pleases.

5 Who is that coming up from the wilderness,
 leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you.
There your mother was in labor with you;
 there she who bore you was in labor.

6 Set me as a seal upon your heart,
 as a seal upon your arm,
for love is strong as death,
 jealousy is fierce as the grave.
Its flashes are flashes of fire,
 the very flame of the LORD.
7 Many waters cannot quench love,
 neither can floods drown it.
If a man offered for love
 all the wealth of his house,
 he would be utterly despised.
Others 8  We have a little sister,
 and she has no breasts.
What shall we do for our sister
 on the day when she is spoken for?
9 If she is a wall,
 we will build on her a battlement of silver,
but if she is a door,
 we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
She 10  I was a wall,
 and my breasts were like towers;
then I was in his eyes
 as one who finds peace.

11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon;
 he let out the vineyard to keepers;
 each one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.
12 My vineyard, my very own, is before me;
 you, O Solomon, may have the thousand,
 and the keepers of the fruit two hundred.
He 13  O you who dwell in the gardens,
 with companions listening for your voice;
 let me hear it.
She 14  Make haste, my beloved,
 and be like a gazelle
or a young stag
 on the mountains of spices.