The Book of Song of Solomon Chapter 8 – New King James Version (NKJV) – Audio Bible

Chapter 8. Oh that you were like my brother Who nursed at my mother's breasts If I should find you outside I would Kiss you I would not be despised I would lead you And bring you into the house of my Mother She who used to instruct me I would cause you to drink of spiced Wine of the juice of my pomegranate To the daughters of Jerusalem His left hand is under my head And his right hand Embraces me I charge you o Daughters of Jerusalem do Not stir up nor awaken love until it Pleases A relative Who is this coming up from the Wilderness leaning upon her beloved I awakened You Under The Apple Tree There your mother brought you forth There she Who Bore You Brought You forth The shulamite to her beloved Set me as a seal upon your heart As a seal upon your arm For love is as strong as death Jealousy is cruel as the grave Its Flames are flames of fire a most Vehement Flame Many Waters cannot quench love nor can The floods drown it If a man would give for love all the Wealth of his house it would be utterly

Despised The shulamite's brothers We have a little sister and she has no Breasts What shall we do for our sister in the Day when she is spoken for If she is a wall we will build upon her A Battlement of silver And if she is a door we will enclose her With Boards of cedar The shulamite I am a wall And my breasts like Towers Then I became in his eyes as one who Found peace Solomon had a Vineyard at bail Heyman He leased The Vineyard to keep us Everyone was to bring for its fruit a Thousand silver coins To Solomon My own Vineyard is before me You o Solomon may have a thousand And those who tend its fruit 200. The Beloved You who dwell in the gardens The companions listen for your voice Let me hear it The shulamite Make haste my beloved And be like a gazelle or a young stag on The mountains of spices

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