Friday, July 27, 2007

Shir Hashirim - Chapter 8


I will arise now and go about the city, in the market places and in the city squares. I will seek him whom my soul loves; I sought him, but I did not find him.
The watchmen who patrol the city found me: "Have you seen him whom my soul loves?"
I had just passed them by, when I found him whom my soul loves; I held him and would not let him go, until I brought him into my mother's house and into the chamber of her who had conceived me. Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your love is better than wine.
Place me like a seal on your heart, liked a seal on your arm, for love is as strong as death, zeal is as strong as the grave; its coals are coals of fire of a great flame!

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