Song of Solomon 8
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yes, and no one would despise me.
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of the juice of my pomegranate.
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His right hand would embrace me.
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until it so desires.
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There she was in labor and bore you.
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a very flame of Yahweh.
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he would be utterly scorned.
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in the day when she is to be spoken for?
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we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
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then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.
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Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.
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two hundred for those who tend its fruit.
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let me hear your voice!
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Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!