Song of Solomon 7:9–8:4
Flowing gently through the lips of those who fall asleep.
10 “aI am my beloved’s,
And his bdesire is for me.
11 “Come, my beloved, let us go out into the 1country,
Let us spend the night in the villages.
Let us asee whether the vine has budded
And its blossoms have opened,
And whether the pomegranates have bloomed.
There I will give you my love.
13 “The amandrakes have given forth fragrance;
And over our doors are all bchoice fruits,
Both new and old,
Which I have saved up for you, my beloved.
1 “Oh that you were like a brother to me
Who nursed at my mother’s breasts.
If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you;
No one would despise me, either.
2 “I would lead you and abring you
Into the house of my mother, who used to instruct me;
I would give you spiced wine to drink from the juice of my pomegranates.
3 “Let ahis left hand be under my head
And his right hand embrace me.”
2Do not arouse or awaken my love
Until 3she pleases.”
Or Why should you arouse