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UST SNG Chapter 8

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The young woman speaking to her lover

8 I wish that you were like my brother,

my own brother, who nursed from my mother’s breasts when he was a baby.

Because then, whenever I met you outside the house, I could kiss you,

and no one would criticize me.

2 I would like to bring you to my mother’s house,

to where my mother, who taught me so many things, lives.

I would like to take you to my mother’s house so I could have sexual relations with you there.

Having sexual relations with you would be as if I were giving you spiced wine to drink, as if I were giving you sweet pomegranate wine.

3 The man I love has placed his left arm under my head

and he holds me close with his right arm.

The

4 You young women of Jerusalem,

I want you to solemnly promise me,

that you will not cause people to love romantically

until it is the right time.

The

5 Look at this woman who is coming up from the wilderness,

the woman who is leaning on the man she loves!

The

I woke you up when you were under the apple tree

at the place where your mother was in labor with you,

the place where you were born.

6 Keep me close to you,

like a seal on your heart,

or like a bracelet on your arm.

Our love for each other is as powerful as death;

it is as strong as the grave.

It is as though our love for each other bursts into flames

and burns like a hot fire.

7 Nothing can stop us from loving each other,

not even a flood.

If a man tried to cause a woman to love him by saying he would give her everything that is in his house,

she would refuse.

The

8 We have a younger sister,

and her breasts are not large yet.

So this is what we should do for her on the day that we promise some young man that he can marry her:

9 If her chest is as flat as a wall,

we will decorate it by putting silver jewels that are like towers on her.

If she is as flat as a door,

we will decorate her with bits of cedar wood.

The

10 My chest was previously flat like a wall,

but now my breasts are big like towers.

So I am delightful to my beloved.

The

11 King Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon,

and he rented it to people for them to farm it.

He required each one to pay him one thousand pieces of silver each year for the grapes that they harvested.

12 But my body is like my own vineyard,

and you, my lover whom I call “Solomon,” I am giving it to you.

You do not need to pay me a thousand pieces of silver to enjoy my body,

but I will give two hundred pieces of silver to those who take care of me.

The

13 You are staying in the gardens,

my friends are listening to your voice;

so allow me to hear it, too!

The

14 You who love me, come to me quickly;

run to me like a gazelle or young deer,

because I am as delightful as hills of spices.

◄ SNG 8 ║ ©

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