| The Holy Bible: King James Version. 2000. | | The Song of Solomon | | 8 |
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O that thou wert as my brother,
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that sucked the breasts of my mother! |
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When I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; |
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yea, I should not be despised. |
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I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house,
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who would instruct me: |
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I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine |
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of the juice of my pomegranate. |
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His left hand should be under my head,
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and his right hand should embrace me. |
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I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
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that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, |
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until he please. |
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Love Is Strong as Death |
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Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness,
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leaning upon her beloved? |
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I raised thee up under the apple tree: |
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there thy mother brought thee forth; |
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there she brought thee forth that bare thee. |
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Set me as a seal upon thine heart,
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as a seal upon thine arm: |
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for love is strong as death; |
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jealousy is cruel as the grave: |
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the coals thereof are coals of fire, |
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which hath a most vehement flame. |
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Many waters cannot quench love,
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neither can the floods drown it: |
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if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, |
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it would utterly be contemned. |
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We have a little sister,
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and she hath no breasts: |
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what shall we do for our sister |
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in the day when she shall be spoken for? |
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If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver:
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and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar. |
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I am a wall, and my breasts like towers:
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then was I in his eyes as one that found favor. |
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Solomon had a vineyard at Ba'al–ha'mon;
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he let out the vineyard unto keepers; |
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every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver. |
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My vineyard, which is mine, is before me:
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thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, |
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and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred. |
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Thou that dwellest in the gardens,
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the companions hearken to thy voice: |
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cause me to hear it. |
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| 14 |
Make haste, my beloved,
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and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart |
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upon the mountains of spices. |
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