Song of Songs 8:7
Much water may not put out love, or the deep waters overcome it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would be judged a price not great enough.
Much water may not put out love, or the deep waters overcome it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would be judged a price not great enough.
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6Put me as a sign on your heart, as a sign on your arm; love is strong as death, and wrath bitter as the underworld: its coals are coals of fire; violent are its flames.
8We have a young sister, and she has no breasts; what are we to do for our sister in the day when she is given to a man?
9If she is a wall, we will make on her a strong base of silver; and if she is a door, we will let her be shut up with cedar-wood.
12A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.
18Come, let us take our pleasure in love till the morning, having joy in love's delights.
2Let him give me the kisses of his mouth: for his love is better than wine.
3Sweet is the smell of your perfumes; your name is as perfume running out; so the young girls give you their love.
4Take me to you, and we will go after you: the king has taken me into his house. We will be glad and full of joy in you, we will give more thought to your love than to wine: rightly are they your lovers.
15You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon.
25Let not your heart's desire go after her fair body; let not her eyes take you prisoner.
26For a loose woman is looking for a cake of bread, but another man's wife goes after one's very life.
27May a man take fire to his breast without burning his clothing?
6Do not give her up, and she will keep you; give her your love, and she will make you safe.
9You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!
10How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!
10I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.
6How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.
18Let blessing be on your fountain; have joy in the wife of your early years.
19As a loving hind and a gentle doe, let her breasts ever give you rapture; let your passion at all times be moved by her love.
20Why let yourself, my son, go out of the way with a strange woman, and take another woman in your arms?
1Oh that you were my brother, who took milk from my mother's breasts! When I came to you in the street, I would give you kisses; yes, I would not be looked down on.
2I would take you by the hand into my mother's house, and she would be my teacher. I would give you drink of spiced wine, drink of the pomegranate.
3His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand about me.
4I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
8I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you see my loved one, what will you say to him? That I am overcome with love.
9What is your loved one more than another, O fairest among women? What is your loved one more than another, that you say this to us?
4He took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was love.
12Let us go out early to the vine-gardens; let us see if the vine is in bud, if it has put out its young fruit, and the pomegranate is in flower. There I will give you my love.
16Let not your springs be flowing in the streets, or your streams of water in the open places.
4I was but a little way from them, when I came face to face with him who is the love of my soul. I took him by the hands, and did not let him go, till I had taken him into my mother's house, and into the room of her who gave me birth.
13As a bag of myrrh is my well-loved one to me, when he is at rest all night between my breasts.
14My love is to me as a branch of the cypress-tree in the vine-gardens of En-gedi.
9I have made a comparison of you, O my love, to a horse in Pharaoh's carriages.
7All the rivers go down to the sea, but the sea is not full; to the place where the rivers go, there they go again.
6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand is round about me.
7I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
4The words of a man's mouth are like deep waters: the fountain of wisdom is like a flowing stream.
1I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; to take my myrrh with my spice; my wax with my honey; my wine with my milk. Take meat, O friends; take wine, yes, be overcome with love.
2I am sleeping, but my heart is awake; it is the sound of my loved one at the door, saying, Be open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my very beautiful one; my head is wet with dew, and my hair with the drops of the night.
7You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.
15She is of more value than jewels, and nothing for which you may have a desire is fair in comparison with her.
16His mouth is most sweet; yes, he is all beautiful. This is my loved one, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
10My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
25And the rain came down and there was a rush of waters and the winds were driving against that house, but it was not moved; because it was based on the rock.
9My dove, my very beautiful one, is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the dearest one of her who gave her birth. The daughters saw her, and gave her a blessing; yes, the queens and the servant-wives, and they gave her praises.
15Like an unending dropping on a day of rain is a bitter-tongued woman.
16He who keeps secret the secret of his friend, will get himself a name for good faith.
7Say, O love of my soul, where you give food to your flock, and where you make them take their rest in the heat of the day; why have I to be as one wandering by the flocks of your friends?
26And I saw a thing more bitter than death, even the woman whose heart is full of tricks and nets, and whose hands are as bands. He with whom God is pleased will get free from her, but the sinner will be taken by her.
11The waters go from a pool, and a river becomes waste and dry;