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8:1  If only you were to me like a brother, who was nursed at my mother's breasts! Then, if I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.
8:2  I would lead you and bring you to my mother's house-- she who has taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.
8:3  His left arm is under my head and his right arm embraces me.
8:4  Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.
8:5  Who is this coming up from the wilderness leaning on her beloved? She Under the apple tree I roused you; there your mother conceived you, there she who was in labor gave you birth.
8:6  Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame.
8:7  Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away. If one were to give all the wealth of one's house for love, it would be utterly scorned.
8:8  We have a little sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What shall we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for?
8:9  If she is a wall, we will build towers of silver on her. If she is a door, we will enclose her with panels of cedar.
8:10  I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. Thus I have become in his eyes like one bringing contentment.
8:11  Solomon had a vineyard in Baal Hamon; he let out his vineyard to tenants. Each was to bring for its fruit a thousand shekels of silver.
8:12  But my own vineyard is mine to give; the thousand shekels are for you, Solomon, and two hundred are for those who tend its fruit.
8:13  You who dwell in the gardens with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice!
8:14  Come away, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or like a young stag on the spice-laden mountains.