Songs:8

strkjv@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; yea, I should not be despised.

strkjv@Songs:8:2 @ I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mothers house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.

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

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

strkjv@Songs:8:5 @ Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee.

strkjv@Songs:8:6 @ Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave sh@: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.

strkjv@Songs:8:7 @ Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.

strkjv@Songs:8:8 @ We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?

strkjv@Songs:8:9 @ If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.

strkjv@Songs:8:10 @ I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.

strkjv@Songs:8:11 @ Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon al; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.

strkjv@Songs:8:12 @ My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.

strkjv@Songs:8:13 @ Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.

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

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