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Song of Songs
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Song of Songs 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.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.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.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 Baal–hamon; 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.