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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 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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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. |
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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.° |
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8:3
His left hand [should be] under my head, And his right hand should embrace me. |
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8:3
His left hand°
[should be] under°
my head,°
and his right hand°
should embrace°°
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. |
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8:4
I charge°°
you, O daughters°
of Jerusalem,°
that°
ye stir not up,°°
nor°
awake°°°
[my] love,°
until°
he please.°°° |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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.° |
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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. |
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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.°° |
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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? |
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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?°°° |
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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. |
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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.° |
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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. |
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8:10
I°
[am] a wall,°
and my breasts°
like towers:°
then°
was°
I in his eyes°
as one that found°°
favour.° |
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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. |
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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.° |
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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. |
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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.° |
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8:13
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken for thy voice: Cause me to hear it. |
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8:13
Thou that dwellest°°
in the gardens,°
the companions°
hearken°°
to thy voice:°
cause me to hear°°
[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. |
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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.° |
