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  8:1 ¶
Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! [When] I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; Yea, and none would despise me. |
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8:1 ¶
O thatººº
thou [wert] as my brother,º
that suckedºº
the breastsº
of my mother!º
[when] I should findºº
thee without,º
I would kissºº
thee; yea,º
I should notº
be despised.ºº |
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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. |
8:2
I would leadºº
thee, [and] bringºº
thee intoº
my mother'sº
house,º
[who] would instructºº
me: I would cause thee to drinkºº
of spicedº
wineºº
of the juiceºº
of my pomegranate.º |
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8:3
His left hand [should be] under my head, And his right hand should embrace me. |
8:3
His left handº
[should be] underº
my head,º
and his right handº
should embraceºº
me. |
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8:4
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, Until he please. |
8:4
I chargeºº
you, O daughtersº
of Jerusalem,º
thatº
ye stir not up,ºº
norº
awakeººº
[my] love,º
untilº
he please.ººº |
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8:5
Who 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. |
8:5
Whoº
[is] thisº
that cometh upºº
fromº
the wilderness,º
leaningºº
uponº
her beloved?º
I raisedºº
thee upº
underº
the apple tree:º
thereº
thy motherº
brought thee forth:ºº
thereº
she brought thee forthºº
[that] bareºº
thee. |
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8:6 ¶
Set me as a seal upon thy heart, As a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as Sheol; The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, A very flame of Jehovah. |
8:6 ¶
Setºº
me as a sealº
uponº
thine heart,º
as a sealº
uponº
thine arm:º
forº
loveº
[is] strongº
as death;º
jealousyº
[is] cruelº
as the grave:º
the coalsº
thereof [are] coalsº
of fire,º
[which hath a] most vehement flame.º |
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8:7
Many waters cannot quench love, Neither can floods drown it: If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, He would utterly be contemned. |
8:7
Manyº
watersº
cannotºººº
quenchºº
love,º
neitherº
can the floodsº
drownºº
it: ifº
[a] manº
would giveººº
allº
the substanceº
of his houseº
for love,º
it would utterlyºº
be contemned.ºº |
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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? |
8:8 ¶
We have a littleº
sister,º
and she hath noº
breasts:º
whatº
shall we doºº
for our sisterº
in the dayº
when she shall be spoken for?ººº |
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8:9
If 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. |
8:9
Ifº
sheº
[be] a wall,º
we will buildºº
uponº
her a palaceº
of silver:º
and ifº
sheº
[be] a door,º
we will incloseººº
her with boardsº
of cedar.º |
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8:10
I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers [thereof] Then was I in his eyes as one that found peace. |
8:10
Iº
[am] a wall,º
and my breastsº
like towers:º
thenº
wasº
I in his eyesº
as one that foundºº
favour.º |
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8:11
Solomon 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. |
8:11
Solomonº
hadº
a vineyardº
at Baalhamon;º
he let outººº
the vineyardº
unto keepers;ºº
every oneº
for the fruitº
thereof was to bringºº
a thousandº
[pieces] of silver.º |
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8:12
My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: Thou, O Solomon, shalt have the thousand, And those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred. |
8:12
My vineyard,º
which [is] mine,º
[is] beforeº
me: thou, O Solomon,º
[must have] a thousand,º
and those that keepººº
the fruitº
thereof two hundred.º |
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8:13
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken for thy voice: Cause me to hear it. |
8:13
Thou that dwellestºº
in the gardens,º
the companionsº
hearkenºº
to thy voice:º
cause me to hearºº
[it]. |
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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. |
8:14 ¶
Make haste,ºº
my beloved,º
and be thou likeºº
to a roeº
orº
to a youngº
hartº
uponº
the mountainsº
of spices.º |
