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SongSolomon 8

1 Oh, that you were like my brother, who nursed at my mother's breasts! If I should find you outside, I would kiss you; I would not be despised.
2 I would lead you and bring you into my mother's house, to teach me; I would cause you to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
3 To the Daughters of Jerusalem: His left hand under my head, and his right hand embracing me.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem: Do not stir up nor awaken love until it pleases.
5 A Relative: Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree. There your mother travailed with you; there she travailed with you and bore you.
6 Shulamite to Her Beloved: Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is as strong as death, jealousy as cruel as Sheol; its flames are flames of fire, a flame of YAH.
7 Many waters cannot quench love, nor can the rivers overflow it. If a man would give for love all the wealth of his house, it would be despised with contempt.
8 Relatives: We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is spoken for?
9 If she is a wall, we will build upon her a battlement of silver; and if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
10 Shulamite: I am a wall, and my breasts like towers; then I was in his eyes as one who found peace.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon; he leased the vineyard to keepers; everyone was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.
12 To Solomon: My own vineyard is before me. You, O Solomon, may have a thousand, and those who tend its fruit two hundred.
13 The Beloved: You who dwell in the gardens, the companions listen for your voice; let me hear it!
14 Shulamite: Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
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