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Song of Solomon 8
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1Oh that you were like my brother,
- who nursed from the breasts of my mother!
- If I found you outside, I would kiss you;
- yes, and no one would despise me.
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2I would lead you, bringing you into my mother’s house,
- who would instruct me.
- I would have you drink spiced wine,
- of the juice of my pomegranate.
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3His left hand would be under my head.
- His right hand would embrace me.
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4I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
- that you not stir up, nor awaken love,
- until it so desires.
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5Who is this who comes up from the wilderness,
- leaning on her beloved?
- Under the apple tree I aroused you.
- There your mother conceived you.
- There she was in labor and bore you.
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6Set me as a seal on your heart,
- as a seal on your arm;
- for love is strong as death.
- Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol.
- Its flashes are flashes of fire,
- a very flame of Yahweh.
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7Many waters can’t quench love,
- neither can floods drown it.
- If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love,
- he would be utterly scorned.
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8We have a little sister.
- She has no breasts.
- What shall we do for our sister
- in the day when she is to be spoken for?
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9If she is a wall,
- we will build on her a turret of silver.
- if she is a door,
- we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
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10I am a wall, and my breasts like towers,
- then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.
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11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon.
- He leased out the vineyard to keepers.
- Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.
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12My own vineyard is before me.
- The thousand are for you, Solomon;
- two hundred for those who tend its fruit.
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13You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance,
- let me hear your voice!
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14Come away, my beloved!
- Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!
