Song of Songs Chapter 8

1Oh that thou werest as my brother that sucked the breasts of my mother: I would find thee without, I would kiss thee, then they should not despise thee.

2I will lead thee and bring thee into my mother’s house: there thou shalt teach me: and I will cause thee to drink spiced wine, and new wine of the pomegranate.

3His left hand shall be under mine head, and his right hand shall embrace me.

4I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor waken my love until she please.

5(Who is this that cometh up out of the wilderness, leaning upon her well-beloved?) I raised thee up under an apple tree: there the mother conceived thee: there she conceived that bare thee.

6Set me as a seal on thine heart, and as a signet upon thine arm: for love is strong as death: jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are fiery coals, and a vehement flame.

7Much water cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man should give all the substance of his house for love, they would greatly contemn it.

8We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister when she shall be spoken for?

9If she be a wall, we will build upon her a silver palace: and if she be a door, we will keep her in with boards of cedar.

10I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers: then was I in his eyes as one that findeth peace.

11Solomon had a vine in Baal Hamon: he gave the vineyard unto keepers: everyone bringeth for the fruit thereof a thousand pieces of silver.

12But my vineyard which is mine, is before me: to thee, O Solomon, appertaineth a thousand pieces of silver, and two hundred to them that keep the fruit thereof.

13O thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken unto thy voice: cause me to hear it.

14O my well-beloved, flee away and be like unto the roe, or to the young hart upon the mountains of spices.