8 1I wish you were like my brother who fed at my mother’s breasts. If I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would look down on me. 2I would lead you and bring you to my mother’s house; she is the one who taught me. I would give you a drink of spiced wine from my pomegranates. The Woman Speaks to the Friends 3My lover’s left hand is under my head, and his right arm holds me tight. 4Women of Jerusalem, promise not to awaken or excite my feelings of love until it is ready. The Friends Speak 5Who is this coming out of the desert, leaning on her lover? The Man Speaks to the Woman I woke you under the apple tree where you were born; there your mother gave birth to you. 6Put me like a seal on your heart, like a seal on your arm. Love is as strong as death; jealousy is as strong as the grave. Love bursts into flames and burns like a hot fire. 7Even much water cannot put out the flame of love; floods cannot drown love. If a man offered everything in his house for love, people would totally reject it. The Woman’s Brothers Speak 8We have a little sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What should we do for our sister on the day she becomes engaged? 9If she is a wall, we will put silver towers on her. If she is a door, we will protect her with cedar boards. The Woman Speaks 10I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. So I was to him, as one who brings happiness. 11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He rented the vineyards for others to tend, and everyone who rented had to pay twenty-five pounds of silver for the fruit. 12But my own vineyard is mine to give. Solomon, the twenty-five pounds of silver are for you, and five pounds are for those who tend the fruit. The Man Speaks to the Woman 13You who live in the gardens, my friends are listening for your voice; let me hear it. The Woman Speaks to the Man 14Hurry, my lover, be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains where spices grow.
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