Canticle of Canticles 8

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¹ Bride to Groom: "Who will give you to me as my brother, feeding from the breasts of my mother, so that I may discover you outside, and may kiss you, and so that now no one may despise me?"	¹ Oh, that you were my brother,
² "I will take hold of you and lead you into my mother’s house. There you will teach me, and I will give you a cup of spiced wine, and of new wine from my pomegranates."	² I would lead you, bring you in
³ "His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me."	³ His left hand is under my head
⁴ Groom to Chorus: "I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, not to disturb or awaken the beloved, until she wills."	⁴ I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
⁵ Chorus to Groom: "Who is she, who ascends from the desert, flowing with delights, leaning upon her beloved?"	⁵ Who is this coming up from the desert,
⁶ Groom to Bride: "Under the apple tree, I awakened you. There your mother was corrupted. There she who bore you was violated."	⁶ Set me as a seal on your heart,
⁷ "Set me like a seal upon your heart, like a seal upon your arm. For love is strong, like death, and envy is enduring, like hell: their lamps are made of fire and flames."	⁷ Deep waters cannot quench love,
⁸ "A multitude of waters cannot extinguish love, nor can a river overwhelm it. If a man were to give all the substance of his house in exchange for love, he would despise it as nothing."	⁸ "Our sister is little
⁹ Chorus: "Our sister is little and has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister on the day when she is called upon?"	⁹ If she is a wall,
¹⁰ "If she is a wall, let us build a rampart of silver upon it. If she is a door, let us join it together with boards of cedar."	¹⁰ I am a wall,
¹¹ Bride to Chorus: "I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers, since, in his presence, I have become like one who has discovered peace."	¹¹ Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon;
¹² "The peaceful one had a vineyard, in that which held the peoples. He handed it on to the caretakers; a man brought, in exchange for its fruit, a thousand pieces of silver."	¹² My vineyard is at my own disposal;
¹³ Groom: "My vineyard is before me. The thousand is for your peacefulness, and two hundred is for those who care for its fruit."	¹³ O garden-dweller,
¹⁴ "Flee away, my beloved, and become like the doe and the young stag upon the mountains of aromatic plants."	¹⁴ Be swift, my lover,