Song of Solomon 8

1Oh that thou wert as my brother,That sucked the breasts of my mother!When I should find thee without, I would kiss thee;Yea, and none would despise me. 2I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother’s house,Who would instruct me;I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine,Of the juice of my pomegranate. 3His left hand should be under my head,And his right hand should embrace me.

4I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,That ye stir not up, nor awake my love,Until he please.

5Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness,Leaning upon her beloved?Under the apple-tree I awakened thee:There thy mother was in travail with thee,There was she in travail that brought thee forth.

6Set me as a seal upon thy heart,As a seal upon thine arm:For love is strong as death;Jealousy is cruel as Sheol;The flashes thereof are flashes of fire,A very flame of Jehovah. 7Many waters cannot quench love,Neither can floods drown it:If a man would give all the substance of his house for love,He would utterly be contemned.

8We have a little sister,And she hath no breasts:What shall we do for our sisterIn the day when she shall be spoken for?

9If she be a wall,We will build upon her a turret of silver:And if she be a door,We will inclose her with boards of cedar.

10I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers thereof:Then was I in his eyes as one that found peace. 11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon;He let out the vineyard unto keepers;Every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver. 12My vineyard, which is mine, is before me:Thou, O Solomon, shalt have the thousand,And those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.

13Thou that dwellest in the gardens,The companions hearken for thy voice:Cause me to hear it.

14Make haste, my beloved,And be thou like to a roe or to a young hartUpon the mountains of spices.