Song of Solomon 8
1 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?
O that you were to me like a brother who nursed at my mother’s breasts! If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.
2 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.
I would lead you and bring you to the house of my mother who taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.
3 His left hand under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my love till she please.
O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.
5 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.
Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? I roused you under the apple tree; there your mother conceived you; there she travailed and brought you forth.
6 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 h7585)
Set me as a seal over your heart, as a seal upon your arm. For love is as strong as death, its jealousy as unrelenting as Sheol. Its sparks are fiery flames, the fiercest blaze of all. (Sheol h7585)
7 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.
Mighty waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away. If a man were to give all the wealth of his house for love, his offer would be utterly scorned.
8 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?
We have a little sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What shall we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for?
9 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.
If she is a wall, we will build a tower of silver upon her. If she is a door, we will enclose her with panels of cedar.
10 I am a wall: and my breasts are as a tower since I am become in his presence as one finding peace.
I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. So I have become in his eyes like one who brings peace.
11 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.
Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon. He leased it to the tenants. For its fruit, each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver.
12 My vineyard is before me. A thousand are for thee, the peaceable, and two hundred for them that keep the fruit thereof.
But my own vineyard is mine to give; the thousand shekels are for you, O Solomon, and two hundred are for those who tend its fruit.
13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the friends hearken: make me hear thy voice.
You who dwell in the gardens, my companions are listening for your voice. Let me hear it!
14 Flee away, O my beloved, and be like to the roe, and to the young hart upon the mountains of aromatical spices.
Come away, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
