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Song Of Solomon 8

1The love of the church to Christ. 6The vehemency of love. 8The calling of the Gentiles. 14The church prayeth for Christ's coming.


1 O THAT athou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee *without, bI would kiss thee; yea, 1I should not be despised.

2 I would clead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, who would instruct me: dI would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my epomegranate.

3 His fleft hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

4 gI charge you, hO daughters of Jerusalem, 2that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.

5 iWho is this that 3cometh up jfrom the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? kI raised thee up under the apple tree: there lthy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee.

6 ¶mSet me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: nfor love is strong as death; jealousy is 4cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.

7 oMany waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: pif a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be *contemned.

8 ¶We have qa little sister, and rshe hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day swhen she shall be *spoken for?

9 tIf she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and uif she be a door, we will *inclose her with boards of cedar.

10 I am va wall, and my breasts like wtowers: then was I in his eyes as one that found 5favour.

11 xSolomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.

12 My yvineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, zO Solomon, must have a thousand, and athose that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.

13 bThou that dwellest in the gardens, cthe companions hearken to thy voice: dcause me to hear it.

14 ¶6Make haste, my beloved, and ebe thou like to a roe or to a young *hart upon the mountains of spices.