Douay Rheims Bible

Song of Solomon 7

The Song of Songs, Which is Solomon's

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Chapter 8

1

 

 Who shall give thee to me for my brother, sucking the breasts of my mother, that I may find thee without, and kiss thee, and now no man may despise me? 

 


2

 

 I will take hold of thee, and bring thee Into my mother's house: there thou shalt teach me, and I will give thee a cup of spiced wine and new wine of my pomegranates. 

 


3

 

 His left hand under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me. 

 


4

 

 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my love till she please. 

 


5

 

 Who is this that cometh up from the desert, flowing with delights, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I raised thee up: there thy mother was corrupted, there she was defloured that bore thee. 

 


6

 

 Put me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thy arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy as hard as hell, the lamps thereof are fire and flames. 

 


7

 

 Many waters cannot quench charity, neither can the floods drown it: if a man should give all the substance of his house for love, he shall despise it as nothing. 

 


8

 

 Our sister is little, and hath no breasts. What shall we do to our sister in the day when she is to be spoken to? 

 


9

 

 If she be a wall: let us build upon it bulwarks of silver: if she be a door, let us join it together with boards or cedar. 

 


10

 

 I am a wall: and my breasts are as a tower since I am become in his presence as one finding peace. 

 


11

 

 The peaceable had a vineyard, in that which hath people: he let out the same to keepers, every man bringeth for the fruit thereof a thousand pieces of silver. 

 


12

 

 My vineyard is before me. A thousand are for thee, the peaceable, and two hundred for them that keep the fruit thereof. 

 


13

 

 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the friends hearken: make me hear thy voice. 

 


14

 

 Flee away, O my beloved, and be like to the roe, and to the young hart upon the mountains of aromatical spices. 

 


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