| 8 | Song of Songs | |||||||
| 1 | O that you were like a brother to me, that nursed at my mother's breast! If I met you outside, I would kiss you, and none would despise me. | <p> | <DD> | Mgn | Edit | <p> | ||
| 2 | I would lead you and bring you into the house of my mother, and into the chamber of her that conceived me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the juice of my pomegranates. | Mgn | Edit | <p> | ||||
| 3 | O that his left hand were under my head, and that his right hand embraced me! | Mgn | Edit | <p> | ||||
| 4 | I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up nor awaken love until it please. | Mgn | Edit | <p> | ||||
| 5 | Who is that coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother was in travail with you, there she who bore you was in travail. | The sixth song. The women (a). She (b) | <p> | Mgn | Edit | <p> | ||
| 6 | Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death, jealousy is cruel as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a most vehement flame. | She. | <p> | Mgn | Edit | <p> | ||
| 7 | Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man offered for love all the wealth of his house, it would be utterly scorned. | Mgn | Edit | <p> | ||||
| 8 | We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister, on the day when she is spoken for? | <p> | Mgn | Edit | <p> | |||
| 9 | If she is a wall, we will build upon her a battlement of silver; but if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar. | Mgn | Edit | <p> | ||||
| 10 | I was a wall, and my breasts were like towers; then I was in his eyes as one who brings peace. | She. | <p> | Mgn | Edit | <p> | ||
| 11 | Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he let out the vineyard to keepers; each one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver. | He. | <p> | Mgn | Edit | <p> | ||
| 12 | My vineyard, my very own, is for myself; you, O Solomon, may have the thousand, and the keepers of the fruit two hundred. | Mgn | Edit | <p> | ||||
| 13 | O you who dwell in the gardens, my companions are listening for your voice; let me hear it. | <p> | Mgn | Edit | <p> | |||
| 14 | Make haste my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountain of spices. | She. | <p> | </DD> | Mgn | Edit | <p> | |
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