1 O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my
mother! when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee;
yea, I should not be despised.
2 I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, who
would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine
of the juice of my pomegranate.
3 His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand
should embrace me.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up,
nor awake my love, until he please.
5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon
her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy
mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that
bare thee.
6 Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm:
for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave:
the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most
vehement flame.
7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown
it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for
love, it would utterly be contemned.
8 We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall
we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver:
and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of
cedar.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his
eyes as one that found favour.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard
unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a
thousand pieces of silver.
12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon,
must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof
two hundred.
13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to
thy voice: cause me to hear it.
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a
young hart upon the mountains of spices.
Book 23 Isaiah
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