Song of Songs 8:7
Much water can not quench loue, neither can the floods drowne it: If a man should giue all the substance of his house for loue, they would greatly contemne it.
Much water can not quench loue, neither can the floods drowne it: If a man should giue all the substance of his house for loue, they would greatly contemne it.
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6Set mee as a seale on thine heart, and as a signet vpo thine arme: for loue is strong as death: ielousie is cruel as the graue: the coles thereof are fierie coles, and a vehement flame.
8Wee haue a litle sister, and she hath no breastes: what shall we do for our sister when she shalbe spoken for?
9If shee be a wall, we will builde vpon her a siluer palace: and if she be a doore, we wil keepe her in with bordes of cedar.
12My sister my spouse is as a garden inclosed, as a spring shut vp, and a fountaine sealed vp.
18Come, let vs take our fill of loue vntill the morning: let vs take our pleasure in daliance.
2Let him kisse me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy loue is better then wine.
3Because of the sauour of thy good ointments thy name is as an ointment powred out: therefore the virgins loue thee.
4Drawe me: we will runne after thee: the King hath brought me into his chabers: we will reioyce and be glad in thee: we will remember thy loue more then wine: the righteous do loue thee.
15O fountaine of the gardens, O well of liuing waters, and the springs of Lebanon.
25Desire not her beautie in thine heart, neither let her take thee with her eye lids.
26For because of the whorish woman a man is brought to a morsell of bread, and a woman wil hunt for the precious life of a man.
27Can a man take fire in his bosome, and his clothes not be burnt?
6Forsake her not, and shee shall keepe thee: loue her and shee shall preserue thee.
9My sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded mine heart: thou hast wounded mine heart with one of thine eyes, and with a chaine of thy necke.
10My sister, my spouse, how faire is thy loue? howe much better is thy loue then wine? and the sauour of thine oyntments then all spices?
10I am my welbeloueds, and his desire is toward mee.
6Howe faire art thou, and howe pleasant art thou, O my loue, in pleasures!
18Let thy fountaine be blessed, and reioyce with the wife of thy youth.
19Let her be as the louing hinde and pleasant roe: let her brests satisfie thee at all times, and delite in her loue continually.
20For why shouldest thou delite, my sonne, in a strange woman, or embrace the bosome of a stranger?
1Oh that thou werest as my brother that sucked the brestes of my mother: I would finde thee without, I would kisse thee, then they should not despise thee.
2I will leade thee and bring thee into my mothers house: there thou shalt teache me: and I will cause thee to drinke spiced wine, and newe wine of the pomegranate.
3His left hand shalbe vnder mine head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
4I charge you, O daughters of Ierusale, that you stir not vp, nor waken my loue, vntil she please.
8I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, if you finde my welbeloued, that you tell him that I am sicke of loue.
9O the fairest among women, what is thy welbeloued more then other welbeloued? what is thy welbeloued more then another louer, that thou doest so charge vs?
4Hee brought mee into the wine cellar, and loue was his banner ouer me.
12Let vs get vp early to the vines, let vs see if the vine florish, whether it hath budded the small grape, or whether the pomegranates florish: there will I giue thee my loue.
16Let thy fountaines flow foorth, and the riuers of waters in the streetes.
4When I had past a litle from them, then I found him whom my soule loued: I tooke holde on him and left him not, till I had brought him vnto my mothers house into the chamber of her that conceiued me.
13My welbeloued is as a bundle of myrrhe vnto me: he shall lie betweene my breasts.
14My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.
9I haue compared thee, O my loue, to the troupe of horses in the charets of Pharaoh.
7All the riuers goe into the sea, yet the sea is not full: for the riuers goe vnto ye place, whence they returne, and goe.
6His left hande is vnder mine head, and his right hand doeth imbrace me.
7I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, by the roes and by the hindes of the fielde, that ye stirre not vp, nor waken my loue, vntill she please.
4The words of a mans mouth are like deepe waters, and the welspring of wisdome is like a flowing riuer.
1I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I gathered my myrrhe with my spice: I ate mine hony combe with mine hony, I dranke my wine with my milke: eate, O friends, drinke, and make you mery, O welbeloued.
2I sleepe, but mine heart waketh, it is the voyce of my welbeloued that knocketh, saying, Open vnto mee, my sister, my loue, my doue, my vndefiled: for mine head is full of dewe, and my lockes with the droppes of the night.
7Thou art all faire, my loue, and there is no spot in thee.
15It is more precious then pearles: and all things that thou canst desire, are not to be compared vnto her.
16His mouth is as sweete thinges, and hee is wholy delectable: this is my welbeloued, and this is my louer, O daughters of Ierusalem.
10My welbeloued spake and said vnto me, Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way.
25And the raine fell, and the floods came, and the windes blewe, and beat vpon that house, and it fell not: for it was grounded on a rocke.
9But my doue is alone, and my vndefiled, she is the onely daughter of her mother, and shee is deare to her that bare her: the daughters haue seene her & counted her blessed: euen the Queenes and the concubines, and they haue praised her.
15A continual dropping in the day of raine, and a contentious woman are alike.
16He that hideth her, hideth the winde, & she is as ye oyle in his right hand, that vttereth it selfe.
7Shewe me, O thou, whome my soule loueth, where thou feedest, where thou liest at noone: for why should I be as she that turneth aside to the flockes of thy companions?
26(7:28) And I finde more bitter then death the woman whose heart is as nettes and snares, and her handes, as bands: he that is good before God, shalbe deliuered from her, but the sinner shall be taken by her.
11As the waters passe from the sea, and as the flood decayeth and dryeth vp,