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ULT by section SNG 8:1

⌂ ← SNG 8:1–8:14 ║ ═ ©

Song of Songs 8

8 Who 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.

2 I 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.

3 His left hand, is under my head

and his right hand embraces me.

4 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,

do not awaken and do not stir love

until it desires.

5 Who, 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.

6 Place me like the seal on your heart,

like the seal on your arm,

because strong like death, is love;

unyielding like Sheol, is zeal.

Its flashes, are flashes of fire,

the flame of Yah.

7 Many waters are not able to quench, this love

and rivers will not drown it.

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

they would utterly despise it.

8 A sister, belongs to us—a little one—

and breasts there are not for her.

What will we do for our sister

on the day when it is spoken for her?

9 If she, is a wall,

we will build on her a battlement of silver.

And if she, is a door,

we will enclose over her boards of cedar.

10 I, was a wall

and my breasts, are like towers;

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

11 There 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.

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

The thousand, belong to you, Solomon,

and the two hundred, belong to the people who, are keepers of its fruit.

13 You who reside in the gardens;

companions are listening intently for your voice—

let me hear it.

14 Flee, my beloved,

and resemble a gazelle or a young stag

on the mountains of spices.

⌂ ← SNG 8:1–8:14 ║ ═ ©

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