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Oh that you were like a brother to me who nursed at my mother’s breasts! If I found you outside, I would kiss you, and none would despise me.
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I would lead you and 1bring you into the house of my mother—she who used to teach me. I would give you 2spiced wine to drink, the juice of my pomegranate.
33His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me!
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I 4adjure you, O 5daughters of Jerusalem, 6that you not stir up or awaken love until it pleases.
57Who is that coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother was in labor with you; there she who bore you was in labor.
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Set me as a seal upon your heart, as 8a seal upon your arm, for 9love is strong as death, 10jealousya is fierce as the grave. b Its flashes are flashes of fire, the very 11flame of the Lord.
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Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man offered for love all the wealth of his 12house, hec would be utterly despised.