Young's Literal Translation

Song of Solomon 7

The Song of Songs, Which is Solomon's

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Chapter 8

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  Who doth make thee as a brother to me, Sucking the breasts of my mother? I find thee without, I kiss thee, Yea, they do not despise me,  

 

 

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  I lead thee, I bring thee in unto my mother's house, She doth teach me, I cause thee to drink of the perfumed wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,  

 

 

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3


 

  His left hand [is] under my head, And his right doth embrace me.  

 

 

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  I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!  

 

 

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  Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge [that] bare thee.  

 

 

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  Set me as a seal on thy heart, as a seal on thine arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of Jah!  

 

 

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  Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one give all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down -- they tread upon it.  

 

 

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  We have a little sister, and breasts she hath not, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?  

 

 

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9


 

  If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.  

 

 

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10


 

  I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.  

 

 

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11


 

  Solomon hath a vineyard in Baal-Hamon, He hath given the vineyard to keepers, Each bringeth for its fruit a thousand silverlings;  

 

 

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  My vineyard -- my own -- is before me, The thousand [is] for thee, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!  

 

 

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13


 

  The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,  

 

 

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  Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!  

 

 

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