Song of Solomon 8

1Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! Should I find thee without, I would kiss thee; And they would not despise me.

1Who shall give thee to me for my brother, sucking the breasts of my mother, that I may find thee without, and kiss thee, and now no man may despise me?

2I would lead thee, bring thee into my mother's house; Thou wouldest instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate.

2I will take hold of thee, and bring thee into my mother's house: there thou shalt teach me, and I will give thee a cup of spiced wine and new wine of my pomegranates.

3His left hand would be under my head, And his right hand embrace me.

3His left hand under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.

4I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, ...Why should ye stir up, why awake [my] love, till he please?

4I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my love till she please.

5Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? I awoke thee under the apple-tree: There thy mother brought thee forth; There she brought thee forth [that] bore thee.

5Who is this that cometh up from the desert, flowing with delights, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I raised thee up: there thy mother was corrupted, there she was defloured that bore thee.

6Set me as a seal upon thy heart, As a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as Sheol: The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, Flames of Jah.

6Put me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thy arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy as hard as hell, the lamps thereof are fire and flames.

7Many waters cannot quench love, Neither do the floods drown it: Even if a man gave all the substance of his house for love, It would utterly be contemned.

7Many waters cannot quench charity, neither can the floods drown it: if a man should give all the substance of his house for love, he shall despise it as nothing.

8We 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? —

8Our sister is little, and hath no breasts. What shall we do to our sister in the day when she is to be spoken to?

9If 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.

9If she be a wall: let us build upon it bulwarks of silver: if she be a door, let us join it together with boards of cedar.

10I am a wall, and my breasts like towers; Then was I in his eyes as one that findeth peace.

10I am a wall: and my breasts are as a tower since I am become in his presence as one finding peace.

11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon: He let out the vineyard unto keepers; Every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand silver-pieces.

11The peaceable had a vineyard, in that which hath people: he let out the same to keepers, every man bringeth for the fruit thereof a thousand pieces of silver.

12My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: The thousand [silver-pieces] be to thee, Solomon; And to the keepers of its fruit, two hundred.

12My vineyard is before me. A thousand are for thee, the peaceable, and two hundred for them that keep the fruit thereof.

13Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken to thy voice: Let me hear [it].

13Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the friends hearken: make me hear thy voice.

14Haste, my beloved, And be thou like a gazelle or a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.

14Flee away, O my beloved, and be like to the roe, and to the young hart upon the mountains of aromatical spices.