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Song of Solomon 8:1-14

1 “O that you were like a brother of mine, sucking the breasts of my mother! Should I find you outside, I would kiss you. People would not even despise me. 2 I would lead you, I would bring you into the house of my mother, who used to teach me. I would give you a drink of spiced wine, the fresh juice of pomegranates. 3 His left hand would be under my head; and his right hand—it would embrace me.

4 “I have put YOU under oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, that YOU try not to awaken or arouse love [in me] until it feels inclined.”

5 “Who is this woman coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her dear one?”

“Under the apple tree I aroused you. There your mother was in birth pangs with you. There she that was giving birth to you experienced birth pangs.

6 “Place me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; because love is as strong as death is, insistence on exclusive devotion is as unyielding as She´ol is. Its blazings are the blazings of a fire, the flame of Jah. 7 Many waters themselves are not able to extinguish love, nor can rivers themselves wash it away. If a man would give all the valuable things of his house for love, persons would positively despise them.”

8 “We have a little sister that does not have any breasts. What shall we do for our sister on the day that she will be spoken for?”

9 “If she should be a wall, we shall build upon her a battlement of silver; but if she should be a door, we shall block her up with a cedar plank.”

10 “I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. In this case I have become in his eyes like her that is finding peace.

11 “There was a vineyard that Sol´o·mon happened to have in Ba´al-ha´mon. He gave the vineyard over to the keepers. Each one would bring in for its fruitage a thousand silver pieces.

12 “My vineyard, which belongs to me, is at my disposal. The thousand belong to you, O Sol´o·mon, and two hundred to those keeping its fruitage.”

13 “O you who are dwelling in the gardens, the partners are paying attention to your voice. Let me hear it.”

14 “Run away, my dear one, and make yourself like a gazelle or like a young one of the stags upon the mountains of spices.”