Song of Solomon 8:1–14
8 Oh that you were like a brother to me
who nursed at my mother’s breasts!
If I found you outside, I would kiss you,
and none would despise me.
2 I would lead you and rbring you
into the house of my mother—
she who used to teach me.
I would give you sspiced wine to drink,
the juice of my pomegranate.
3 tHis left hand is under my head,
and his right hand embraces me!
wthat you not stir up or awaken love
until it pleases.
5 xWho is that coming up from the wilderness,
leaning on her beloved?
Under the apple tree I awakened you.
There your mother was in labor with you;
there she who bore you was in labor.
as ya seal upon your arm,
for zlove is strong as death,
Its flashes are flashes of fire,
the very bflame of the Lord.
neither can floods drown it.
If a man offered for love
all the wealth of his chouse,
he3 would be utterly despised.
8 We have a little sister,
and she dhas no breasts.
What shall we do for our sister
on the day when she is spoken for?
we will build on her a battlement of silver,
but if she is a door,
we will enclose her with eboards of cedar.
10 fI was a wall,
and my gbreasts were like towers;
then I was in his eyes
as one who finds4 peace.
11 Solomon had ha vineyard at Baal-hamon;
each one was to bring for its fruit ka thousand pieces of silver.
you, O Solomon, may have the thousand,
and lthe keepers of the fruit two hundred.
13 mO you who dwell in the gardens,
with ncompanions listening for your voice;
olet me hear it.
14 pMake haste, my beloved,
and be qlike a gazelle
or a young stag
on rthe mountains of spices.
Hebrew as Sheol
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