Song of Songs 8:6
Set me as a seal on thy heart, as a seal on thine arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings `are' burnings of fire, a flame of Jah!
Set me as a seal on thy heart, as a seal on thine arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings `are' burnings of fire, a flame of Jah!
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7Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one give all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down -- they tread upon it.
8We have a little sister, and breasts she hath not, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
10I `am' my beloved's, and on me `is' his desire.
6Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense.
7Thou `art' all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,
8Come from Lebanon, come thou in. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountains of leopards.
9Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
10How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices.
3I `am' my beloved's, and my beloved `is' mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
4Fair `art' thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
5Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair `is' as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,
8I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved -- What do ye tell him? that I `am' sick with love!
9What `is' thy beloved above `any' beloved, O fair among women? What `is' thy beloved above `any' beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us?
6How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.
7This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.
13A bundle of myrrh `is' my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.
14A cluster of cypress `is' my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
3His left hand `is' under my head, And his right doth embrace me.
4I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!
5Who `is' this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge `that' bare thee.
12A garden shut up `is' my sister-spouse, A spring shut up -- a fountain sealed.
2So `is' my friend among the daughters!
3As a citron among trees of the forest, So `is' my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit `is' sweet to my palate.
4He hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me `is' love,
5Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I `am' sick with love.
6His left hand `is' under my head, And his right doth embrace me.
7I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!
9To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,
10Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.
2Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better `are' thy loves than wine.
19A hind of loves, and a roe of grace! Let her loves satisfy thee at all times, In her love magnify thyself continually.
14Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!
27Doth a man take fire into his bosom, And are his garments not burnt?
4Draw me: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee!
7Declare to me, thou whom my soul hath loved, Where thou delightest, Where thou liest down at noon, For why am I as one veiled, By the ranks of thy companions?
4But a little I passed on from them, Till I found him whom my soul hath loved! I seized him, and let him not go, Till I brought him in unto the house of my mother -- And the chamber of her that conceived me.
5I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!
6Who `is' this coming up from the wilderness, Like palm-trees of smoke, Perfumed `with' myrrh and frankincense, From every powder of the merchant?
15A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!
9My beloved `is' like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this -- he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.
10My beloved hath answered and said to me, `Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,
10`Who `is' this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon -- clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?'
12We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;
3Bind them on thy fingers, Write them on the tablet of thy heart.
2`Thus said Jehovah of Hosts: I have been zealous for Zion with great zeal, With great heat I have been zealous for her.
25Desire not her beauty in thy heart, And let her not take thee with her eyelids.
1Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?
21Bind them on thy heart continually, Tie them on thy neck.
16His mouth is sweetness -- and all of him desirable, This `is' my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!
26And I am finding more bitter than death, the woman whose heart `is' nets and snares, her hands `are' bands; the good before God escapeth from her, but the sinner is captured by her.