Son8:1 O that you were like a brother to me, that nursed at my mother's breast! If I met you outside, I would kiss you, and none would despise me.
Son8:2 I would lead you and bring you into the house of my mother, and into the chamber of her that conceived me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the juice of my pomegranates.
Son8:3 O that his left hand were under my head, and that his right hand embraced me!
Son8:4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up nor awaken love until it please.
Son8:5 Who is that coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother was in travail with you, there she who bore you was in travail.
Son8:6 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. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a most vehement flame.
Son8:7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man offered for love all the wealth of his house, it would be utterly scorned.
Son8:8 We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister, on the day when she is spoken for?
Son8:9 If she is a wall, we will build upon her a battlement of silver;but if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
Son8:10 I was a wall, and my breasts were like towers;then I was in his eyes as one who brings peace.
Son8:11 Solomon had a vineyard at Ba'al-ha'mon;he let out the vineyard to keepers;each one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.
Son8:12 My vineyard, my very own, is for myself;you, O Solomon, may have the thousand, and the keepers of the fruit two hundred.
Son8:13 O you who dwell in the gardens, my companions are listening for your voice;let me hear it.
Son8:14 Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of spices.