Song 8
1
Oh that you were as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! [When] I should
find you without, I would kiss you; Yea, and none would despise me.
2
I would lead you, [and] bring you into my mother`s house, Who would instruct me; I
would cause you 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 adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, That you stir not up, nor awake [my] love,
Until he please.
5
Who is this that comes up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? Under the
apple-tree I awakened you: There your mother was in travail with you, There was she
in travail that brought you forth.
6
Set me as a seal upon your heart, As a seal upon your arm: For love is strong as death;
Jealousy is cruel as Sheol; Its flashes are flashes of fire, A very flame
of YHWH.
7
Many waters cannot quench love, Neither can floods drown it: If a man would give all
the substance of his house for love, He would utterly be contemned.
8
We have a little sister, And she has 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 turret of silver: And if she be a door,
We will enclose her with boards of cedar.
10
I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers [thereof] Then was I in his eyes as one
that found peace.
11
Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; He let out the vineyard to keepers; Every one
for its fruit was to bring a thousand [pieces] of silver.
12
My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: You, O Solomon, shall have the thousand,
And those that keep its fruit two hundred.
13
You that dwell in the gardens, The companions hearken for your voice: Cause me to
hear it.
14
Make haste, my beloved, And be you like to a roe or to a young hart Upon the mountains
of spices.