Song of Solomon 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.