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Chapter 8
Song ABP 8:1  Who should grant you, O my beloved man, nursing the breasts of my mother; finding you outside I should kiss you, and indeed, they will not treat me with contempt.
Song ABP 8:2  I shall take you; I shall bring you into the house of my mother, and into the inner chamber of the one conceiving me. I will give you to drink from [2wine 1scented] of the juice of my pomegranates.
Song ABP 8:3  His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
Song ABP 8:4  I bound you by an oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers, by the strengths of the field, why should you arise and why should you awaken love until whenever it should want?
Song ABP 8:5  Who is this ascending from the wilderness, staying upon her beloved man? Under the apple tree I awakened you. There [2travailed 3with you 1your mother]. There she travailed with you, giving birth to you.
Song ABP 8:6  Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm! For [3is strong 4as 5death 1the 2love]; hard as Hades is jealousy; her sparks are sparks of the fire of her flames.
Song ABP 8:7  [2water 1Much] will not be able to extinguish love, and rivers shall not engulf it. If [2should give 1a man] all his livelihood for love, with contempt men will treat it contemptuously.
Song ABP 8:8  Our sister is small and [3breasts 2no 1has]; what shall we do for our sister in the day in which ever she should be spoken for in it?
Song ABP 8:9  If she is a wall, we should build upon her parapets of silver. And if she is a door, we will circumscribe for her [2plank 1cedar].
Song ABP 8:10  I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers. I was in their eyes as one finding peace.
Song ABP 8:11  A Vineyard existed to Solomon in Baal-hamon. He gave over his vineyard to the ones keeping it. Every man shall bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.
Song ABP 8:12  My vineyard, mine, is before me. The thousands to Solomon, and two hundred to the ones keeping its fruit.
Song ABP 8:13  O one sitting down in the gardens, the companions are taking heed to your voice. You caused me to hear!
Song ABP 8:14  Flee, O my beloved man, and be like the doe or the fawn of the hinds upon mountains of aromatics!