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          DASV: Song of Songs 8    

Beloved woman
1 Oh that you were my baby brother,
     who sucked the breasts of my mother!
     Then if I found you outside, I could kiss you;
     Yes, and no one would despise me.
2 I would lead you, and bring you to my mother's house,
          she who taught me;
      I would give you spiced wine to drink,
          the juice of my pomegranates.
3 His left hand would be under my head,
     his right hand would fondle me.
4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
     do not stir or awaken love until it is ready.

Women of Jerusalem
5 Who is this that comes up from the wilderness,
     leaning on her beloved?

Beloved woman
      Under the apple tree I awakened you,
     there your mother was in labor with you,
           there she who was in pain gave birth to you.
6 Set me like a seal on your heart,
          like a seal on your arm.
     For love is strong as death,
          its jealousy is as unremitting as the grave,
           It burns like a raging fire,
          like a blazing flame.
7 Many waters cannot quench love,
     neither can floods drown it,
      if one would give all the wealth of his house for love,
     it would be utterly scorned.

Women of Jerusalem
8 We have a little sister,
          she has no breasts.
      What shall we do for our sister,
           on the day when she is spoken for?
9 If she is a wall,
     we will build a silver tower on her.
      if she is a door,
     we will enclose her with cedar boards.

Beloved woman
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers.
     Then I was in his eyes as one who brings fulfillment.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon,
     he rented out the vineyard to tenant farmers,
           each one pays a thousand pieces of silver for its fruit.
12 My vineyard, my very own, is at my disposal,
     the thousand pieces of silver belong to you, O Solomon,
     but those that care for its fruit receive two hundred.

Man in love
13 You who dwell in the gardens,
     my companions are listening for your voice.
           let me hear it.

Beloved woman
14 Come quickly, my beloved,
     be like a gazelle
      or a young stag
           on the mountains of spices.

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