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. |
8:2 | I 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. |
8:3 | His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me. |
8:4 | I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please. |
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. |
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: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame. |
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. |
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? |
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. |
8:10 | I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour. |
8:11 | Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver. |
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. |
8:13 | Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it. |
8:13 | 你這住在園中的、同伴都要聽你的聲音.求你使我也得聽見。 |
8:13 | 你这住在园中的,同伴都要听你的声音,求你使我也得听见。 |
son:2:14 | O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely. |
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8:14 | Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices. |