Song of Solomon 8
1 How I wish you were like a brother to me, one who nursed at my mother's breasts! Then if I met you on the street I could kiss you and no one would tell me off.
O that you were as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find you without, I would kiss you; yes, I should not be despised.
2 Then I could take you home to my mother's house, where she used to teach me. I would give you spiced wine to drink from the juice of my pomegranate.
I would lead you, and bring you into my mother’s house, who would instruct me: I would cause you to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
3 He supports my head with his left hand, and holds me close with his right.
His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
4 Women of Jerusalem, swear to me that you won't disturb our love until the right time.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.
5 Who is this coming in from the wilderness holding her love close to her? Woman: I woke you up under the apple tree where your mother conceived you, and where she gave birth to you.
Who is this that comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? I raised you up under the apple tree: there your mother brought you forth: there she brought you forth that bore you.
6 Stamp my name as a seal on your heart, like a seal on your arm, for love is strong as death, passion as unyielding as the grave—its arrows flash like fire, a blazing flame of the Lord. (Sheol h7585)
Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which has a most vehement flame. (Sheol h7585)
7 Floods of water cannot extinguish love; rivers cannot submerge it. If a man offered everything he owned in order to buy love he would be completely rejected.
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 scorned.
8 We have a younger sister whose breasts are still small. What shall we do for our sister when someone asks to marry her?
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?
9 If she is a wall, we will build a silver tower on it. But if she is a door, we will bar the way with cedar planks.
If she be a wall, we will build on her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. So when he looks at me he's happy!
I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favor.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon which he leased to tenant farmers. Each of them paid him one thousand silver coins for the fruit it produced.
Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard to keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
12 But I own my vineyard, it is mine alone. One thousand silver coins are for you, Solomon, and two hundred for those who look after it.
My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
13 My darling, sitting there in the gardens with companions listening to you—please talk to me!
You that dwell in the gardens, the companions listen to your voice: cause me to hear it.
14 Come quickly, my love! Be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.
Make haste, my beloved, and be you like to a roe or to a young hart on the mountains of spices.
