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| 8:1 | 
                                 
                                    If only you were to me like a brother, who was nursed at my mother's breasts! Then, if I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.
                                 
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| 8:2 | 
                                 
                                    I would lead you and bring you to my mother's house-- she who has taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.
                                 
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| 8:3 | 
                                 
                                    His left arm is under my head and his right arm embraces me.
                                 
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| 8:4 | 
                                 
                                    Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.
                                 
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| 8:5 | 
                                 
                                    Who is this coming up from the desert leaning on her lover?
                                 
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| 8:6 | 
                                 
                                    Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame.
                                 
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| 8:7 | 
                                 
                                    Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot wash it away. If one were to give all the wealth of his house for love, it would be utterly scorned.
                                 
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| 8:8 | 
                                 
                                    We have a young sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What shall we do for our sister for the day she is spoken for?
                                 
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| 8:9 | 
                                 
                                    If she is a wall, we will build towers of silver on her. If she is a door, we will enclose her with panels of cedar.
                                 
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| 8:10 | 
                                 
                                    I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. Thus I have become in his eyes like one bringing contentment.
                                 
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| 8:11 | 
                                 
                                    Solomon had a vineyard in Baal Hamon; he let out his vineyard to tenants. Each was to bring for its fruit a thousand shekels of silver.
                                 
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| 8:12 | 
                                 
                                    But my own vineyard is mine to give; the thousand shekels are for you, O Solomon, and two hundred are for those who tend its fruit.
                                 
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| 8:13 | 
                                 
                                    You who dwell in the gardens with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice!
                                 
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| 8:14 | 
                                 
                                    Come away, my lover, and be like a gazelle or like a young stag on the spice-laden mountains.
                                 
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