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Song of Solomon 8
DRA
Douay-Rheims (Challoner) · 1752
YLT
Young's Literal Translation · 1862
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?
1Who doth make thee as a brother to me, Sucking the breasts of my mother? I find thee without, I kiss thee, Yea, they do not despise me,
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.
2I lead thee, I bring thee in unto my mother's house, She doth teach me, I cause thee to drink of the perfumed wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,
3His left hand under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
3His left hand <FI>is<Fi> under my head, And his right doth embrace me.
4I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my love till she please.
4I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!
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.
5Who <FI>is<Fi> this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge <FI>that<Fi> bare thee.
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.
6Set me as a seal on thy heart, as a seal on thine arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings <FI>are<Fi> burnings of fire, a flame of Jah!
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.
7Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one give all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down--they tread upon it.
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?
8We have a little sister, and breasts she hath not, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
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.
9If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.
10I am a wall: and my breasts are as a tower since I am become in his presence as one finding peace.
10I <FI>am<Fi> a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
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.
11Solomon hath a vineyard in Baal-Hamon, He hath given the vineyard to keepers, Each bringeth for its fruit a thousand silverlings;
12My vineyard is before me. A thousand are for thee, the peaceable, and two hundred for them that keep the fruit thereof.
12My vineyard--my own--is before me, The thousand <FI>is<Fi> for thee, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!