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.
8:2 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.
8:3 His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace
me.
8:4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake
my love, until he please.
8:5 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.
8:6 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.
8:7 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.
8:8 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?
8:9 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.
8:10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one
that found favour.
8:11 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.
8:12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a
thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
8:13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice:
cause me to hear it.
8:14 Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart
upon the mountains of spices.
