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	<title>New King James Version (1982)</title>
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	<description>Song of Songs chapter 8</description>
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		<title>Song of Songs chapter 8</title>
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				 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 [as] 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 Baal Hamon; He leased the vineyard to keepers; 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 two hundred. 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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