Song of Solomon 8

1who nursed from the breasts of my mother! yes, and no one would despise me. If I found you outside, I would kiss you; Oh that you were like my brother, 2who would instruct me. of the juice of my pomegranate. I would lead you, bringing you into my mother’s house, I would have you drink spiced wine, 3His right hand would embrace me. His left hand would be under my head. 4that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires. I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, 5leaning on her beloved? There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor and bore you. Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, Under the apple tree I aroused you. 6as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. * Its flashes are flashes of fire, * Set me as a seal on your heart, 7neither can floods drown it. he would be utterly scorned. Many waters can’t quench love, If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, 8She has no breasts. in the day when she is to be spoken for? We have a little sister. What shall we do for our sister 9we will build on her a turret of silver. we will enclose her with boards of cedar. If she is a wall, if she is a door, 10then I was in his eyes like one who found peace. I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, 11He leased out the vineyard to keepers. * of silver for its fruit. Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. 12The thousand are for you, Solomon; two hundred for those who tend its fruit. My own vineyard is before me. 13let me hear your voice! You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, 14Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices! Come away, my beloved!