Shir Hashirim - Song of Songs 8


1Oh that thou wert as my brother,That sucked the breasts of my mother!When I should find thee without, I would kiss thee;Yea, and none would despise me.
2I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother’s house,That thou mightest instruct me;I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine,Of the juice of my pomegranate.
3His left hand should be under my head,And his right hand should embrace me.
4‘I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem:Why should ye awaken, or stir up love,Until it please?’
5Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness,Leaning upon her beloved?Under the apple-tree I awakened thee;There thy mother was in travail with thee;There was she in travail and brought thee forth.
6Set me as a seal upon thy heart,As a seal upon thine arm;For love is strong as death,Jealousy is cruel as the grave;The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, A very flame of the Lord.
7Many waters cannot quench love,Neither can the floods drown it;If a man would give all the substance of his house for love,He would utterly be contemned.
8We have a little sister,And she hath no breasts;What shall we do for our sisterIn the day when she shall be spoken for?
9If she be a wall,We will build upon her a turret of silver;And if she be a door,We will enclose her with boards of cedar.
10I am a wall,And my breasts like the towers thereof;Then was I in his eyesAs one that found peace.
11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon;He gave over the vineyard unto keepers;Every one for the fruit thereofBrought in a thousand pieces of silver.
12My vineyard, which is mine, is before me;Thou, O Solomon, shalt have the thousand,And those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
13Thou that dwellest in the gardens,The companions hearken for thy voice:‘Cause me to hear it.’
14Make haste, my beloved,And be thou like to a gazelle or to a young hartUpon the mountains of spices.