SOS-8:1  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.


SOS-8:2  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.


SOS-8:3  His left hand [should be] under my head, and his right

hand should


embrace me.


SOS-8:4  I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir

not up, nor


awake [my] love, until he please.


SOS-8:5  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.


SOS-8:6  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.


SOS-8:7  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.


SOS-8:8  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?


SOS-8:9  If she [be] a wall, we will build upon her a palace of

silver: and if


she [be] a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.


SOS-8:10  I [am] a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I

in his eyes as


one that found favour.


SOS-8:11  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.


SOS-8:12  My vineyard, which [is] mine, [is] before me: thou, O

Solomon, [must


have] a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two

hundred.


SOS-8:13  Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions

hearken to thy


voice: cause me to hear [it].


SOS-8:14  Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or

to a young hart


upon the mountains of spices.


 


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