Song of Solomon 8
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Oh that you were like my brother,
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I would lead you, bringing you into the house of my mother,
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His left hand would be under my head.
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I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
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Who is this who comes up from the wilderness,
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Set me as a seal on your heart,
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Many waters can’t quench love,
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We have a little sister.
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If she is a wall,
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I am a wall, and my breasts like towers,
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Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon.
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My own vineyard is before me.
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You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance,
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Come away, my beloved!