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.
Quis mihi det te fratrem meum sugentem ubera matris meæ, ut inveniam te foris, et deosculer te, et iam me nemo despiciat?
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.
Apprehendam te, et ducam in domum matris meæ: ibi me docebis, et dabo tibi poculum ex vino condito, et mustum malorum granatorum meorum.
3 He supports my head with his left hand, and holds me close with his right.
Læva eius sub capite meo, et dextera illius amplexabitur me.
4 Women of Jerusalem, swear to me that you won't disturb our love until the right time.
Adiuro vos filiæ Ierusalem, ne suscitetis, neque evigilare faciatis dilectam donec ipsa velit.
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.
Quæ est ista, quæ ascendit de deserto, deliciis affluens, innixa super dilectum suum? Sub arbore malo suscitavi te: ibi corrupta est mater tua, ibi violata est genitrix tua.
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)
Pone me ut signaculum super cor tuum, ut signaculum super brachium tuum: quia fortis est ut mors dilectio, dura sicut infernus æmulatio, lampades eius lampades ignis atque flammarum. (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.
Aquæ multæ non potuerunt extinguere charitatem, nec flumina obruent illam: si dederit homo omnem substantiam domus suæ pro dilectione, quasi nihil despiciet eam.
8 We have a younger sister whose breasts are still small. What shall we do for our sister when someone asks to marry her?
Soror nostra parva, et ubera non habet. Quid faciemus sorori nostræ in die quando alloquenda est?
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.
Si murus est, ædificemus super eum propugnacula argentea: si ostium est, compingamus illud tabulis cedrinis.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. So when he looks at me he's happy!
Ego murus: et ubera mea sicut turris, ex quo facta sum coram eo quasi pacem reperiens.
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.
Vinea fuit pacifico in ea, quæ habet populos: tradidit eam custodibus, vir affert pro fructu eius mille argenteos.
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.
Vinea mea coram me est. Mille tui pacifici, et ducenti his, qui custodiunt fructus eius.
13 My darling, sitting there in the gardens with companions listening to you—please talk to me!
Quæ habitas in hortis, amici auscultant: fac me audire vocem tuam.
14 Come quickly, my love! Be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.
Fuge dilecte mi, et assimilare capreæ, hinnuloque cervorum super montes aromatum.
