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# Chapter 8
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1 If only I could treat you like my brother,
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one who nursed at my mother’s breasts,
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I would find you in public and kiss you,
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and no one would scorn me.
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2 I would lead you, I would take you,
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to the house of my mother who taught me.
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I would give you spiced wine to drink
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from the juice of my pomegranate.
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3 May his left hand be under my head,
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and his right arm embrace me.
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4 Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you,
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do not stir up or awaken love
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until the appropriate time.
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5 Who is this coming up from the wilderness,
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leaning on the one she loves?
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I awakened you under the apricot tree.
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There your mother conceived you;
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there she conceived and gave you birth.
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6 Set me as a seal on your heart,
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as a seal on your arm.
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For love is as strong as death;
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jealousy is as unrelenting as Sheol.
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Love’s flames are fiery flames—
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an almighty flame!
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7 A huge torrent cannot extinguish love;
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rivers cannot sweep it away.
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If a man were to give all his wealth for love,
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it would be utterly scorned.
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8 Our sister is young;
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she has no breasts.
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What will we do for our sister
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on the day she is spoken for?
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9 If she is a wall,
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we will build a silver barricade on her.
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If she is a door,
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we will enclose her with cedar planks.
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10 I am a wall
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and my breasts like towers.
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So to him I have become
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like one who finds peace.
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11 Solomon owned a vineyard in Baal-hamon.
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He leased the vineyard to tenants.
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Each was to bring for his fruit
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one thousand pieces of silver.
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12 I have my own vineyard.
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The one thousand are for you, Solomon,
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but two hundred for those who take care of its fruits.
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13 You who dwell in the gardens,
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companions are listening for your voice;
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let me hear you!
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14 Run away with me, my love,
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and be like a gazelle
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or a young stag
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on the mountains of spices. |