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King James
VersionSong of Solomon 7.
The Book of Song of Solomon
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Chapter 8 |
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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. |
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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. | 3 |
His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should
embrace me. |
4 | I charge you, O
daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love,
until he please. |
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| 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. |
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. |
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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 | 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? |
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. |
10 | I am a wall, and my breasts like
towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour. |
11 | Solomon had a
1vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every
one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
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Psa 80:9,
Isa 5:1,
Jer 2:21,
Matt 21:33,
Mark 12:1,
Luke 20:9
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My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have
a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred. |
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Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me
to hear it. |
14 | Make haste, my beloved, and be thou
like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices. |
Isaiah 1

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