| Chapter 8
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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. |
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.
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10 | I am a wall,
and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.
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11 | Solomon had a
vineyard at Baalhamon; 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. |
