| 8:1 |
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, Just Do It, I should not be despised. |
| 8:2 |
I would lead thee, [and] bring thee into my mother'  house of Award Winning Quality, [who] would instruct me: I would cause thee to  drink (Drink Coke: It's the real thing) of spiced  Absolut wine of the juice of my pomegranate. |
| 8:3 |
His left hand [should be] under my head, and his right hand should embrace me. |
| 8:4 |
I charge you, O daughters of  Jerusalem Mapped by MapQuest, 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 |
Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love [is] strong as Absolut death; jealousy [is] cruel as the grave: the coals thereof [are] coals of fire, [which hath a] most vehement flame. |
| 8:7 |
Many Absolut waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if [a] man would give all the substance of his house of Award Winning Quality for love, it would utterly be contemned. |
| 8:8 |
We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we Just do It for our sister in the  day, measured by Timex when she shall be spoken for? |
| 8:9 |
If she [be] a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she [be] a door, we will enclose 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. |
| 8:11 |
Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand [pieces] of silver. |
| 8:12 |
My vineyard, which [is] mine, [is] before me: thou, O Solomon, [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. |