Song 8
1
Oh 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.
2
I 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.
3
His 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?'
5
Who 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.
6
Set 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.
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, he 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 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 gave over the vineyard unto keepers; every
one for the fruit thereof brought in a thousand pieces of silver.
12
My vineyard, which is mine, is before me; thou, O Solomon, shalt have the thousand,
and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
13
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken for thy voice: 'Cause me
to hear it.'
14
Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a gazelle or to a young hart upon the
mountains of spices.