Song of Solomon 8:4
I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
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Song of Solomon 8:4
I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
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Song of Solomon 8:3
His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand about me.
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Song of Solomon 8:1
Oh that you were my brother, who took milk from my mother's breasts! When I came to you in the street, I would give you kisses; yes, I would not be looked down on.
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Song of Solomon 8:2
I would take you by the hand into my mother's house, and she would be my teacher. I would give you drink of spiced wine, drink of the pomegranate.
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