Song of Solomon (KJV) 8
8 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.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in
his eyes as one that found favour.
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.
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