Song of Solomon 8
1 O that you were as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find you without, I would kiss you; yea, I should not be despised.
Quis mihi det te fratrem meum sugentem ubera matris meæ, ut inveniam te foris, et deosculer te, et iam me nemo despiciat?
2 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.
Apprehendam te, et ducam in domum matris meæ: ibi me docebis, et dabo tibi poculum ex vino condito, et mustum malorum granatorum meorum.
3 His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
Læva eius sub capite meo, et dextera illius amplexabitur me.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that all of you stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.
Adiuro vos filiæ Ierusalem, ne suscitetis, neque evigilare faciatis dilectam donec ipsa velit.
5 Who is this that comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised you up under the apple tree: there your mother brought you forth: there she brought you forth that bare 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 Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon 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)
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 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 contemned.
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 little sister, and she has no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
Soror nostra parva, et ubera non habet. Quid faciemus sorori nostræ in die quando alloquenda est?
9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
Si murus est, ædificemus super eum propugnacula argentea: si ostium est, compingamus illud tabulis cedrinis.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.
Ego murus: et ubera mea sicut turris, ex quo facta sum coram eo quasi pacem reperiens.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
Vinea fuit pacifico in ea, quæ habet populos: tradidit eam custodibus, vir affert pro fructu eius mille argenteos.
12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
Vinea mea coram me est. Mille tui pacifici, et ducenti his, qui custodiunt fructus eius.
13 You that dwell in the gardens, the companions hearken to your voice: cause me to hear it.
Quæ habitas in hortis, amici auscultant: fac me audire vocem tuam.
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be you like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
Fuge dilecte mi, et assimilare capreæ, hinnuloque cervorum super montes aromatum.
