Song of songs

Song of songs, Chapter 8

Who could give You to me [as] my brother, who sucked my mother's breasts? [When] I find You outside, I would kiss You; yea, they would not despise me.

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I would lead You, [and] bring You into my mother's house. You would instruct me; I would cause You to drink spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.

His left hand [would be] under my head, and His right embrace me.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, why should you stir up or awaken [my] Love until it pleases?

Who [is] this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her Beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree; there your mother travailed with you; there she travailed and bore you.

Set me as a seal on Your heart, as a seal on Your arm; for love [is] strong as death. Jealousy [is] cruel as the grave; its flames [are] flames of fire, a flame of Jehovah.

Many waters cannot quench love, nor will the rivers overflow it. If [a] man would give all the wealth of his house for love, it would be scorned.

We have a little sister, and she has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?

If she [is] a wall, we will build on her a palace of silver; and if she [is] a door, we will enclose her [with] boards of cedar.

I [was] a wall, and my breasts like towers; then I was in His eyes as one finding peace.

Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon; he let out the vineyard to keepers; everyone for its fruit was to bring a thousand of silver.

My vineyard, which [is] mine, [is] before me; you, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and for the keepers of its fruit, two hundred.

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You who dwell in the gardens, the companions listen to your voice; cause me to hear.

Hurry, my Beloved, and be like a gazelle, or a young deer, the stag, on the mountains of spices.

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