The Song of Solomon 8

The Song of Solomon

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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.
Love Is Strong as Death
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 favor.
11	Solomon had a vineyard at Ba'al–ha'mon;          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. Published by The American Bible Society http://www.bartleby.com/108/22/8.html#S9