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The Song of Songs ch. 8
1 If only you were given me as a brother,
Suckling of my mother‘s breasts.
I would find you outside,
I would kiss you,
Yet no one would scorn me.
2 I would lead you, I would bring you,
To the house of my mother, my teacher.
I would make you drink of the aromatic wine,
Of my pomegranate juice.
3 His left hand under my head,
And his right hand embracing me.
4 I adjure you, O Girls of Jerusalem,
That you must neither rouse no disturb love,
Until it so desires.
5 Who is this, ascending from the desert,
Clinging to her lover?
Beneath the apricot tree I roused you,
There your mother became pregnant with you,
There she became pregnant, she, who bore you.
6 Set me as a seal on your heart,
The seal on your arm.
For love is as mighty as death,
Jealousy as relentless as the grave.
Its darts are fire–darts,
A furious flame.
7 Multitudinous waters cannot quench love
Nor can rivers sweep it away.
Were a man to give all the wealth of his house for love,
He would be utterly scorned.
1. A psalms. Of Asaph.
The Deity, God, the LORD, has spoken and summoned the world from the rising of the sun to its setting.
2. From Zion, the perfection of beauty, God has shined forth.
3. Let our God come and not keep silent. Devouring fire precedes Him, raging fiercely around Him.
4. He summons the heavens above, and the earth, for the judgement of His people.
5. “Bring in My devotees, who make a covenant with Me over sacrifice.“
6 Then the heavens proclaimed His righteousness, fo God, He is judge. Selah.
7 “Take heed, My people, and I will speak, O Israel, and I will testify against you: God, your God, am I.“