jub - Songs:8

jub@Songs:8:1 @ O that thou [wert] as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! [when] I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; and I should not be despised.

jub@Songs:8:2 @ I would lead thee [and] bring thee into my mother's house, that [thou] would instruct me; I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.

jub@Songs:8:3 @ His left hand [should be] under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

jub@Songs:8:4 @ I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye not awake nor stir up love until he pleases.

jub@Songs:8:5 @ Who [is] she that comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I woke thee up under the apple tree; there thy mother had [birth] pains; there she had pains [that] brought thee into the light.

jub@Songs:8:6 @ Set me as a seal upon thine heart as a sign upon thine arm; for love [is] strong as death; jealousy [is] hard as Sheol; the coals thereof [are] coals of fire, [which have a] most vehement flame.

jub@Songs:8:7 @ The many waters cannot quench love, neither can the rivers drown it; if [a] man would give all the substance of his house for this love, it would certainly be despised.

jub@Songs:8:8 @ We have a little sister, and she [still] has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?

jub@Songs:8:9 @ If she [is] a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver; and if she [is] a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.

jub@Songs:8:10 @ I [am] a wall, and my breasts like towers since I was in his eyes as the one that found peace.

jub@Songs:8:11 @ Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; for its fruit each one was to bring a thousand [pieces] of silver.

jub@Songs:8:12 @ My vineyard, which [is] mine, [is] before me; the thousand [pieces] shall be thine, O Solomon, and two hundred for those that keep the fruit.

jub@Songs:8:13 @ [Thou], she that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice; cause me to hear [it].

jub@Songs:8:14 @ Run, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.