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Song of Songs chapter 8

Bible Version
If only I could treat you like my brother, one who nursed at my mother's breasts, I would find you in public and kiss you, and no one would scorn me.
I would lead you, I would take you, to the house of my mother who taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink from my pomegranate juice.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you: do not stir up or awaken love until the appropriate time.
Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on the one she loves? I awakened you under the apricot tree. There your mother conceived you; there she conceived and gave you birth.
Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm. For love is as strong as death; ardent love is as unrelenting as Sheol. Love's flames are fiery flames-- the fiercest of all.
Mighty waters cannot extinguish love; rivers cannot sweep it away. If a man were to give all his wealth for love, it would be utterly scorned.
Our sister is young; she has no breasts. What will we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for?
If she is a wall, we will build a silver parapet on it. If she is a door, we will enclose it with cedar planks.
I am a wall and my breasts like towers. So in his eyes I have become like one who finds peace.
Solomon owned a vineyard in Baal-hamon. He leased the vineyard to tenants. Each was to bring for his fruit 1,000 pieces of silver.
I have my own vineyard. The 1,000 are for you, Solomon, but 200 for those who guard its fruits.
You who dwell in the gardens-- companions are listening for your voice-- let me hear you!
Hurry [to me], my love, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.