Song of Songs 8

Longing for Her Beloved 1Oh 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. 2I would lead you and bring you
   into the house of my mother—
   she who used to teach me.
I would give you spiced wine to drink,
   the juice of my pomegranate. 3His left hand is under my head,
   and his right hand embraces me! 4I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
   that you not stir up or awaken love
   until it pleases.

5Who 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.

6Set me as a seal upon your heart,
   as a seal upon your arm,
for love is strong as death,
   jealousyOr ardor is fierce as the grave.Hebrew as Sheol
Its flashes are flashes of fire,
   the very flame of the LORD. 7Many waters cannot quench love,
   neither can floods drown it.
If a man offered for love
   all the wealth of his house,
   heOr it would be utterly despised.

8We have a little sister,
   and she has no breasts.
What shall we do for our sister
   on the day when she is spoken for? 9If she is a wall,
   we will build on her a battlement of silver,
but if she is a door,
   we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

10I was a wall,
   and my breasts were like towers;
then I was in his eyes
   as one who findsOr brings out peace.

11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon;
   he let out the vineyard to keepers;
   each one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver. 12My vineyard, my very own, is before me;
   you, O Solomon, may have the thousand,
   and the keepers of the fruit two hundred.

13O you who dwell in the gardens,
   with companions listening for your voice;
   let me hear it.

14Make haste, my beloved,
   and be like a gazelle
or a young stag
   on the mountains of spices.