8I would that thou, O my kinsman, wert he that sucked the breasts of my mother;2I would take thee, I would bring thee into my mother’s house,3His left hand should be under my head,4I have charged you, ye daughters of Jerusalem,5Who is this that comes up all white,6Set me as a seal upon thy heart,7Much water will not be able to quench love,8Our sister is little, and has no breasts;9If she is a wall, let us build upon her silver bulwarks;10I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers;11Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon;12My vineyard, even mine, is before me;13Thou that dwellest in the gardens,14Away, my kinsman, and be like a doe
Song of Solomon 8 — ENGLXXUP
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