Song of Songs 8:9
If 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.
If 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.
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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.
7Much 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.
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?
10I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.
12A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.
11We will make you chains of gold with ornaments of silver.
17Cedar-trees are the pillars of our house; and our boards are made of fir-trees.
10He made its pillars of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it of ebony.
1Wisdom has made her house, putting up her seven pillars.
8Put her in a high place, and you will be lifted up by her; she will give you honour, when you give her your love.
9She will put a crown of grace on your head, giving you a head-dress of glory.
4Your neck is like the tower of David made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men.
5Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.
6Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
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.
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.
10Who is she, looking down as the morning light, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, who is to be feared like an army with flags?
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!
9My loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces.
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.
6For this cause I will put thorns in her road, building up a wall round her so that she may not go on her way.
4Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the waters in Heshbon, by the doorway of Bath-rabbim; your nose is as the tower on Lebanon looking over Damascus:
8If you have not knowledge, O most beautiful among women, go on your way in the footsteps of the flock, and give your young goats food by the tents of the keepers.
14Seated at the door of her house, in the high places of the town,
15She is of more value than jewels, and nothing for which you may have a desire is fair in comparison with her.
8Go far away from her, do not come near the door of her house;
8Walking in the street near the turn of her road, going on the way to her house,
31Give her credit for what her hands have made: let her be praised by her works in the public place.
17Her ways are ways of delight, and all her goings are peace.
18She is a tree of life to all who take her in their hands, and happy is everyone who keeps her.
7You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.
8I said, Let me go up the palm-tree, and let me take its branches in my hands: your breasts will be as the fruit of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples;
6Do not give her up, and she will keep you; give her your love, and she will make you safe.
15His legs are as pillars of stone on a base of delicate gold; his looks are as Lebanon, beautiful as the cedar-tree.
1Wisdom is building her house, but the foolish woman is pulling it down with her hands.
12Our sons are like tall young plants; and our daughters like the shining stones of a king's house;
2At the top of the highways, at the meeting of the roads, she takes her place;
3Where the roads go into the town her cry goes out, at the doorways her voice is loud:
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.
4Say to wisdom, You are my sister; let knowledge be named your special friend:
4If you are looking for her as for silver, and searching for her as for stored-up wealth;
3She has sent out her women-servants; her voice goes out to the highest places of the town, saying,
4Whoever is simple, let him come in here; and to him who has no sense, she says:
6Looking out from my house, and watching through the window,
14Who says, I will make a wide house for myself, and rooms of great size, and has windows cut out, and has it roofed with cedar and painted with bright red.
9If my heart went after another man's wife, or if I was waiting secretly at my neighbour's door;
12Now she is in the street, now in the open spaces, waiting at every turning of the road.
22She makes for herself cushions of needlework; her clothing is fair linen and purple.