Chapter 8
1If only you were as a brother to me, one who nursed at my mother's breast! I would find you outside and kiss you, and no one would despise me.
2I would lead you and bring you into the house of my mother, who would instruct me; I would give you spiced wine to drink, the juice of the pomegranate.
3His left hand is beneath my head, and his right hand embraces me.
4I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you do not stir up or awaken love until it pleases.
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Song
Mutual Possession and an Invitation to Intimacy
Song 7:10-8:4
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