Canticle of Canticles 8

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¹ O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised.	¹ Oh, that you were my brother,
² I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.	² I would lead you, bring you in
³ His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.	³ His left hand is under my head
⁴ I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.	⁴ I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
⁵ Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee.	⁵ Who is this coming up from the desert,
⁶ Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.	⁶ Set me as a seal on your heart,
⁷ Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.	⁷ Deep waters cannot quench love,
⁸ We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?	⁸ "Our sister is little
⁹ If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.	⁹ If she is a wall,
¹⁰ I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.	¹⁰ I am a wall,
¹¹ Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.	¹¹ Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon;
¹² My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.	¹² My vineyard is at my own disposal;
¹³ Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.	¹³ O garden-dweller,
¹⁴ Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.	¹⁴ Be swift, my lover,