American Standard Version of 1901
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Oh that thou wert as my brother,That sucked the breasts of my mother!When I should find thee without, I would kiss thee;Yea, and none would despise me.
I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, {Or, That thou mightest}Who would instruct me;I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine,Of the {Or, sweet wine}juice of my pomegranate.
His left hand should be under my head,And his right hand should embrace me.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, {Hebrew: Why should ye stir up? or why &c.}That ye stir not up, nor awake my love,Until {Or, it Or, she}he please.
Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness,Leaning upon her beloved?Under the apple-tree I awakened thee:There thy mother was in travail with thee,There was she in travail {Or, and}that brought thee forth.
Set me as a seal upon thy heart,As a seal upon thine arm:For love is strong as death;Jealousy is {Hebrew: hard.}cruel as Sheol;The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, {Or, A most vehement flame}A very flame of {Hebrew: Jah.}Jehovah.
Many waters cannot quench love,Neither can floods drown it:If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, {Or, It}He would utterly be contemned.
We have a little sister,And she hath no breasts:What shall we do for our sisterIn the day when she shall be spoken for?
If she be a wall,We will build upon her {Or, battlements}a turret of silver:And if she be a door,We will inclose her with boards of cedar.
I {Or, was}am a wall, and my breasts like the towers thereof Then was I in his eyes as one that found peace.
Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon;He let out the vineyard unto keepers;Every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
My vineyard, which is mine, is before me:Thou, O Solomon, shalt have the thousand,And those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
Thou that dwellest in the gardens,The companions hearken {Or, to}for thy voice:Cause me to hear it.
{Hebrew: Flee.}Make haste, my beloved,And be thou like to a {Or, gazelle}roe or to a young hartUpon the mountains of spices.
As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood,So is my beloved among the sons.I {Hebrew: delighted and sat down &c.}sat down under his shadow with great delight,And his fruit was sweet to my taste.