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SNG 8:1–8:14 ©

The Song of Songs 8

8Who will give you like a brother to me,

who nursed at the breasts of my mother?

If I found you outside, I would kiss you.

Yes, they would not despise me.

2I would lead you; I would bring you to the house of my mother,

she who taught me.

I would make you drink from the wine of spice,

from the juice of my pomegranate.

3His left hand is under my head

and his right hand embraces me.

4I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,

do not awaken and do not stir love

until it desires.

5Who is that coming up from the wilderness,

leaning against her beloved?

Under the apple tree I awakened you;

there your mother was in labor with you;

there she was in labor; she gave birth to you.

6Place me like the seal on your heart,

like the seal on your arm,

because strong like death is love;

hard as Sheol is jealousy.

Its flashes are flashes of fire,

the flame of Yahweh.

7Many waters are not able to quench this love

and rivers will not drown it.

If a man will give all the wealth of his house in exchange for love,

they will utterly despise him.

8A sister belongs to us—a little one—

and breasts there are not for her.

What will we do with our sister

on the day when it is spoken for her?

9If she is a wall,

we will build on her a battlement of silver.

And if she is a door,

we will lay siege against her with boards of cedar.

10I was a wall

and my breasts were like towers;

then I was in his eyes like a person who finds peace.

11There was a vineyard for Solomon in Baal Hamon.

He gave the vineyard to keepers.

Each person brought in exchange for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.

12My vineyard that belongs to me is to my face.

The thousand belong to you, Solomon,

and the two hundred belong to the people who kept its fruit.

13You who reside in the gardens;

companions are listening intently for your voice—

let me hear it.

14Flee away, my beloved,

and resemble a gazelle or a young stag

on the mountains of the balsam tree.

SNG 8:1–8:14 ©

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