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8:3 | His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand about me. |
8:4 | I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready. |
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8:5 | Who is this, who comes up from the waste places, resting on her loved one? It was I who made you awake under the apple-tree, where your mother gave you birth; there she was in pain at your birth. |
8:6 | Put me as a sign on your heart, as a sign on your arm; love is strong as death, and wrath bitter as the underworld: its coals are coals of fire; violent are its flames. |
8:7 | Much water may not put out love, or the deep waters overcome it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would be judged a price not great enough. |
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8:8 | We have a young sister, and she has no breasts; what are we to do for our sister in the day when she is given to a man? |
8:9 | If she is a wall, we will make on her a strong base of silver; and if she is a door, we will let her be shut up with cedar-wood. |
8:10 | I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come. |
8:11 | Solomon had a vine-garden at Baal-hamon; he let out the vine-garden to keepers; every one had to give a thousand bits of silver for its fruit. |
8:12 | My vine-garden, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, will have the thousand, and those who keep the fruit of them two hundred. |
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8:13 | You who have your resting-place in the gardens, the friends give ear to your voice; make me give ear to it. |
8:14 | Come quickly, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of spice. |