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Many waters cannot quench love,
Neither can floods drown it:
If a man would give all the substance of his house for love,
[a]He would utterly be contemned.

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?

If she be a wall,
We will build upon her [b]a turret of silver:
And if she be a door,
We will inclose her with boards of cedar.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 8:7 Or, It
  2. Song of Solomon 8:9 Or, battlements