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# Chapter 8
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1 Oh, that you were like my brother,
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Who nursed at my mother’s breasts!
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If I should find you outside,
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I would kiss you;
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I would not be despised.
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2 I would lead you and bring you
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Into the house of my mother,
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She who used to instruct me.
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I would cause you to drink of spiced wine,
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Of the juice of my pomegranate.
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3 His left hand is under my head,
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And his right hand embraces me.
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4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
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Do not stir up nor awaken love
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Until it pleases.
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5 Who is this coming up from the wilderness,
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Leaning upon her beloved?
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I awakened you under the apple tree.
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There your mother brought you forth;
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There she who bore you brought you forth.
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6 Set me as a seal upon your heart,
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As a seal upon your arm;
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For love is as strong as death,
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Jealousy as cruel as the grave;
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Its flames are flames of fire,
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A most vehement flame.
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7 Many waters cannot quench love,
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Nor can the floods drown it.
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If a man would give for love
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All the wealth of his house,
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It would be utterly despised.
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8 We have a little sister,
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And she has no breasts.
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What shall we do for our sister
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In the day when she is spoken for?
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9 If she is a wall,
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We will build upon her
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A battlement of silver;
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And if she is a door,
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We will enclose her
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With boards of cedar.
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10 I am a wall,
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And my breasts like towers;
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Then I became in his eyes
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As one who found peace.
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11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon;
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He leased the vineyard to keepers;
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Everyone was to bring for its fruit
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A thousand silver coins.
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12 My own vineyard is before me.
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You, O Solomon, may have a thousand,
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And those who tend its fruit two hundred.
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13 You who dwell in the gardens,
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The companions listen for your voice—
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Let me hear it!
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14 Make haste, my beloved,
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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. |