< Song of Solomon 8 >
1 Oh that thou were as my brother, who sucked the breasts of my mother! When I should find thee outside, I would kiss thee. Yes, and none would despise me.
Who 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?
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.
I 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.
3 His left hand under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
His left hand under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake love, until it please.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my love till she please.
5 Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awoke thee. There thy mother was in travail with thee. There she who brought thee forth was in travail.
Who 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.
6 Set 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 of it are flashes of fire, a most vehement flame. (Sheol )
Put 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. (Sheol )
7 Many waters cannot quench love, nor can floods drown it. If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.
Many 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.
8 We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
Our sister is little, and hath no breasts. What shall we do to our sister in the day when she is to be spoken to?
9 If she is a wall, we will build upon her a turret of silver. And if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
If she be a wall: let us build upon it bulwarks of silver: if she be a door, let us join it together with boards or cedar.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers. Then I was in his eyes as one who found peace.
I am a wall: and my breasts are as a tower since I am become in his presence as one finding peace.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon. He let out the vineyard to keepers. Every one for the fruit of it was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
The 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.
12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me. Thou, O Solomon, shall have the thousand, and those who keep the fruit of it, two hundred.
My vineyard is before me. A thousand are for thee, the peaceable, and two hundred for them that keep the fruit thereof.
13 Thou who dwell in the gardens, the companions hearken for thy voice. Cause me to hear it.
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the friends hearken: make me hear thy voice.
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
Flee away, O my beloved, and be like to the roe, and to the young hart upon the mountains of aromatical spices.