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Song of Solomon 8

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8:1 Who doth make thee as a brother to me, Sucking the breasts of my mother? I find thee without, I kiss thee, Yea, they do not despise me,

8:2 I lead thee, I bring thee in unto my mother's house, She doth teach me, I cause thee to drink of the perfumed wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,

8:3 His left hand `is' under my head, And his right doth embrace me.

8:4 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!

8:5 Who `is' this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge `that' bare thee.

8:6 Set me as a seal on thy heart, as a seal on thine arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings `are' burnings of fire, a flame of Jah!

8:7 Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one give all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down -- they tread upon it.

8:8 We have a little sister, and breasts she hath not, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?

8:9 If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.

8:10 I `am' a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.

8:11 Solomon hath a vineyard in Baal-Hamon, He hath given the vineyard to keepers, Each bringeth for its fruit a thousand silverlings;

8:12 My vineyard -- my own -- is before me, The thousand `is' for thee, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!

8:13 The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,

8:14 Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!

 

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