|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.
|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.
|3||O that his left hand were under my head, |
and that his right hand embraced me!
|4||I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, |
that you stir not up nor awaken love until it please.
|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.
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|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.
|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.
|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?
|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.
|10||I was a wall, and my breasts were like towers; |
then I was in his eyes as one who brings peace.
|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.
|12||My vineyard, my very own, is for myself; |
you, O Solomon, may have the thousand,
and the keepers of the fruit two hundred.
|13||O you who dwell in the gardens, |
my companions are listening for your voice;
let me hear it.
|14||Make haste my beloved,|
and be like a gazelle
or a young stag
upon the mountain of spices.
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