|Songs 8 |
1 O that you were as my brother, who sucked the breasts of my mother! When I should find you outside, I would kiss you; yes, and I would not be despised.
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.
3 Oh, that his left hand would be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awaken love, until it pleases [its time has come].
5 Who is this who 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 who bore you.
6 Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm. For love is strong as death, and jealousy is cruel as the grave; the coals of jealousy are coals of fire, which has a most vehement flame.
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, he would utterly be condemned.
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?
9 If she is a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver; and if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then I wasin his eyes like one that found peace.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard to keepers. For the fruit of it, everyone was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me. You, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit of it two hundred.
13 You who dwell in the gardens, the companions listen to your voice; cause me to hear it also.
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be you like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.