Song of Solomon, Chapter 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, I should not be despised. (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. (3) His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me. (4) I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please. (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. (6) Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame. (7) 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. (8) 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? (9) 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. (10) I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour. (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. (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. (13) Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it. (14) Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.

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For the Beatification of Jacinta Marto

O Mary, who in thy maternal love hast chosen little Jacinta to be the confidante of thy Immaculate Heart so grieved by the sins of mankind, thou who didst inspire her with a great spirit of penance, an ardent zeal for the conversion of sinners, and an intense desire to atone for the blasphemies against thy Immaculate Conception, vouchsafe, we humbly beseech thee, to obtain from the most merciful Heart of Jesus the grace of elevation to the honor of the Altar, of the saintly little girl, Jacinta, the object of thy predilection, whom thou hast given us as a model of apostolation and reparation. Amen.

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