Song of Songs 
8
  -  If only you were to me like a brother, who 
    was nursed at my mother's breasts! Then, if I found you outside, I would kiss 
    you, and no one would despise me.
 
  -  I would lead you and bring you to my mother's 
    house -- she who has taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the 
    nectar of my pomegranates.
 
  -  His left arm is under my head and his right 
    arm embraces me.
 
  -  Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you: Do 
    not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.
 
  -  Who is this coming up from the desert leaning 
    on her lover? Under the apple tree I roused you; there your mother conceived 
    you, there she who was in labor gave you birth.
 
  -  Place me like a seal over your heart, like 
    a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding 
    as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame.
 
  -  Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot 
    wash it away. If one were to give all the wealth of his house for love, it 
    would be utterly scorned.
 
  -  We have a young sister, and her breasts 
    are not yet grown. What shall we do for our sister for the day she is spoken 
    for ?
 
  -  If she is a wall, we will build towers of 
    silver on her. If she is a door, we will enclose her with panels of cedar.
 
  -  I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. 
    Thus I have become in his eyes like one bringing contentment.
 
  -  Solomon had a vineyard in Baal Hamon; he 
    let out his vineyard to tenants. Each was to bring for its fruit a thousand 
    shekels of silver.
 
  -  But my own vineyard is mine to give; the 
    thousand shekels are for you, O Solomon, and two hundred are for those who 
    tend its fruit.
 
  -  You who dwell in the gardens with friends 
    in attendance, let me hear your voice !
 
  -  Come away, my lover, and be like a gazelle 
    or like a young stag on the spice-laden mountains. 
      
      
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