That sucked the breasts of my mother!
When I should find thee without, I would kiss thee;
Yea, and none would despise me.
8:2I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house,
Who would instruct me;
I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine,
Of the juice of my pomegranate.
8:4I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
That ye stir not up, nor awake my love,
Until he please. \\ \\
8:5Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness,
Leaning upon her beloved? \\ \\
Under the apple-tree I awakened thee:
There thy mother was in travail with thee,
There was she in travail that brought thee forth. \\ \\
8:6Set me as a seal upon thy heart,
As a seal upon thine arm:
Jealousy is cruel as Sheol;
The flashes thereof are flashes of fire,
8:7Many waters cannot quench love,
Neither can floods drown it:
He would utterly be contemned. \\ \\
8:8We 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? \\ \\
8:9If she be a wall,
We will build upon her a turret of silver:
And if she be a door,
We will inclose her with boards of cedar. \\ \\
8:10I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers thereof
Then was I in his eyes as one that found peace.
He let out the vineyard unto keepers;
Every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
8:12My vineyard, which is mine, is before me:
Thou, O Solomon, shalt have the thousand,
And those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred. \\ \\
8:13Thou that dwellest in the gardens,
The companions hearken for thy voice:
Cause me to hear it. \\ \\
8:14Make haste, my beloved,
And be thou like to a roe or to a young hart
Upon the mountains of spices.
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