| 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. |
| 8:5 | 那靠著良人從曠野上來的、是誰呢。我在蘋果樹下叫醒你．你母親在那裡為你劬勞、生養你的在那裡為你劬勞。 |
| 8:5 | 那靠着良人从旷野上来的，是谁呢。我在苹果树下叫醒你。你母亲在那里为你劬劳，生养你的在那里为你劬劳。 |
| son:3:6 | Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant? |
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| 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. |
| 8:14 | Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices. |
