LSV SNG Chapter 8

8 Who makes you as a brother to me,
Suckling the breasts of my mother? I find you outside, I kiss you,
Indeed, they do not despise me, 2 I lead you, I bring you into my mother’s house,
She teaches me, I cause you to drink of the spiced wine,
Of the juice of my pomegranate, 3 His left hand [is] under my head,
And his right embraces me. 4 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem,
How you stir up,
And how you wake the love until she pleases! 5 Who [is] this coming from the wilderness,
Hastening herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have awoken you,
There your mother pledged you,
There she [who] bore you gave a pledge. 6 Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm,
For strong as death is love,
Sharp as Sheol is jealousy,
Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of YAH! 7 Many waters are not able to quench the love,
And floods do not wash it away. If one gives all the wealth of his house for love,
Treading down—they tread on it. 8 We have a little sister, and she does not have breasts,
What do we do for our sister,
In the day that it is told of her? 9 If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door,
We fashion by her board-work of cedar. 10 I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers,
Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace. 11 Solomon has a vineyard in Ba‘al-Hamon,
He has given the vineyard to keepers,
Each brings for its fruit one thousand pieces of silver; 12 My vineyard—my own—is before me,
The one thousand [is] for you, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens! 13 The companions are attending to your voice,
Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe, 14 Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!

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