Song of Songs, Chapter 8
1
Oh that you were as my brother,Who nursed the breasts of my mother![When] I should find you outside, I would kiss you;Yes, 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⁺ do not stir up, nor awake [my] love,Until he pleases.
5
Who is this that comes up from the wilderness,Leaning on her beloved?
Under the apple-tree I awakened you:There your mother was in travail with you,There she who brought you forth was in travail.
6
Set me as a seal on your heart,As a seal on your arm:For love is as strong as death;Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol;The flashes of it are flashes of fire,An intense flame of Yahweh.
7
Many waters can't quench love,Neither can floods drown it:If a man would give all the substance of his house for love,He would be completely despised.
8
We have a little sister,And she has no breasts:What shall we do for our sisterIn the day when she will be spoken for?
9
If she is a wall,We will build on her a turret of silver:And if she is a door,We will enclose her with boards of cedar.
10
I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers [of it]:Then I was in his eyes as one who found peace.
11
Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon;He let out the vineyard to keepers;Every one for its fruit was to bringa thousand [shekels] of silver.
12
My vineyard, which is mine, is before me:You, O Solomon, will have the thousand,And those who keep its fruit two hundred.
13
You who dwell in the gardens,My fellow shepherds listen for your voice:Cause me to hear it.
14
Hurry, my beloved,And be like a roe or a young hartOn the mountains of spices.
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