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Shiyr HaShiyrim 8

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8:1

Module 7: The Supreme Seal and the Little Sister Protocol

O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised.
8:2
I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
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His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
8:4
I charge you, O daughters of Yarushalayim, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.
8:5
Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee.
8:6

The Unbreakable Seal and the Little Sister Protocol

Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love (Ahabah) is strong as death (Mawet); jealousy is cruel as Sheol: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.
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Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
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We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
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If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.
8:10
I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour (Shalom).
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Shalomoh 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.
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My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Shalomoh, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
8:13
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.
8:14
Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.