Longing for Her Beloved

Song of Solomon 8

1 Oh, that you were like my brother,
Who nursed at my mother's breasts!
If I should find you outside,
I would kiss you;
I would not be despised.
2 I would lead you and bring you
Into the a house of my mother,
She who used to instruct me.
I would cause you to drink of b spiced wine,
Of the juice of my pomegranate.

(To the Daughters of Jerusalem)

3 c His left hand is under my head,
And his right hand embraces me.
4 d I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
Do not stir up nor awaken love
Until it pleases.

A Relative

5 e Who is this coming up from the wilderness,
Leaning upon her beloved?
I awakened you under the apple tree.
There your mother brought you forth;
There she who bore you brought you forth.

The Shulamite to Her Beloved

6 f Set me as a seal upon your heart,
As a seal upon your arm;
For love is as strong as death,
g Jealousy as 1 cruel as 2 the grave;
Its flames are flames of fire,
3 A most vehement flame.
7 Many waters cannot quench love,
Nor can the floods drown it.
h If a man would give for love
All the wealth of his house,
It would be utterly despised.

New King James Version (NKJV) Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc.
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