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Song of Songs 8
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Chapter 8
1
Ah, why are you not my brother, nursed at my mother’s breast! Then if I met you out of doors, I could kiss you without people thinking ill of me.
2
I should lead you, I should take you into my mother’s house, and you would teach me! I should give you spiced wine to drink, juice of my pomegranates.
3
His left arm is under my head and his right embraces me.
THE BRIDEGROOM
4
I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, not to stir my love, nor rouse it, until it please to awake.
THE CHORUS
5
Who is this coming up from the desert leaning on her Beloved?
I awakened you under the apple tree, there where your mother conceived you, there where she who gave birth to you conceived you.
6
Set me like a seal on your heart, like a seal on your arm. For love is strong as Death, jealousy relentless as Sheol.[*a] The flash of it is a flash of fire, a flame of Yahweh himself.
7
Love no flood can quench, no torrents drown.
Two epigrams[*b]
8
Our sister is little: her breasts are not yet formed. What shall we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for?
9
If she is a rampart, on the crest we will build a battlement of silver; if she is a door, we will board her up with planks of cedar.
10
– I am a wall, and my breasts represent its towers. And under his eyes I have found true peace.
11
Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon. He entrusted it to overseers, and each one was to pay him the value of its produce, a thousand shekels of silver.
12
But I look after my own vineyard myself. You, Solomon, may have your thousand shekels, and those who oversee its produce their two hundred.
Final additions
13
You[*c] who dwell in the gardens, my companions listen for your voice; deign to let me hear it.
14
Haste away, my Beloved. Be like a gazelle, a young stag, on the spicy mountains.[*d]
Chapters of Song of Songs
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