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Giovedi, 28 marzo 2024 - San Castore di Tarso ( Letture di oggi)

Canticle of Canticles 8


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1Ah, why are you not my brother, nursed at my mother's breast! Then if I met you out of doors, I couldkiss you without people thinking il of me.2I should lead you, I should take you into my mother's house, and you would teach me! I should give youspiced wine to drink, juice of my pomegranates.3His left arm is under my head and his right embraces me.4LOVER: I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, do not rouse, do not wake my beloved, before shepleases!5Who is this coming up from the desert leaning on her lover? I awakened you under the apple tree, whereyour mother conceived you, where she who bore you conceived you.6BELOVED: Set me like a seal on your heart, like a seal on your arm. For love is strong as Death,passion as relentless as Sheol. The flash of it is a flash of fire, a flame of Yahweh himself.7Love no flood can quench, no torrents drown. Were a man to offer all his family wealth to buy love,contempt is al that he would gain.8Our sister is little: her breasts are not yet formed. What shal we do for our sister on the day she isspoken for?9If she is a rampart, on the crest we shal build a battlement of silver; if she is a door, we shal board herup with planks of cedar.10I am a wal , and my breasts represent its towers. And under their eyes I have found true peace.11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-Hamon. He entrusted it to overseers, and each one was to pay himthe value of its produce, a thousand shekels of silver.12But I tend my own vineyard myself. You, Solomon, may have your thousand shekels, and those whooversee its produce their two hundred.13You who dwel in the gardens, my companions listen for your voice; let me hear it.14Haste away, my love, be like a gazel e, a young stag, on the spice-laden mountains.