Song of Solomon 8

1Oh that thou werest as my brother that sucked the brestes of my mother: I would finde thee without, I would kisse thee, then they should not despise thee. 2I will leade thee and bring thee into my mothers house: there thou shalt teache me: and I will cause thee to drinke spiced wine, and newe wine of the pomegranate. 3His left hand shalbe vnder mine head, and his right hand shall embrace me. 4I charge you, O daughters of Ierusale, that you stir not vp, nor waken my loue, vntil she please. 5(Who is this that commeth vp out of the wildernesse, leaning vpon her welbeloued?) I raysed thee vp vnder an apple tree: there thy mother conceiued thee: there she coceiued that bare thee. 6Set mee as a seale on thine heart, and as a signet vpon thine arme: for loue is strong as death: ielousie is cruel as the graue: the coles thereof are fierie coles, and a vehement flame. 7Much water can not quench loue, neither can the floods drowne it: If a man should giue all the substance of his house for loue, they would greatly contemne it. 8Wee haue a litle sister, and she hath no breastes: what shall we do for our sister when she shalbe spoken for? 9If shee be a wall, we will builde vpon her a siluer palace: and if she be a doore, we wil keepe her in with bordes of cedar. 10I am a wall, and my breasts are as towres: then was I in his eyes as one that findeth peace. 11Salomon had a vine in Baal-hamon: hee gaue the vineyarde vnto keepers: euery one bringeth for ye fruite thereof a thousand pieces of siluer. 12But my vineyarde which is mine, is before me: to thee, O Salomon appertaineth a thousand pieces of siluer, and two hundreth to them that keepe the fruite thereof. 13O thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken vnto thy voyce: cause me to heare it. 14O my welbeloued, flee away, and be like vnto the roe, or to the yong harte vpon ye mountaines of spices.

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Song of Songs 8

1I wish that you were my brother,

that my mother had nursed you at her breast.

Then, if I met you in the street,

I could kiss you and no one would mind.

2I would take you to my mother's house,

where you could teach me love.

I would give you spiced wine,

my pomegranate wine to drink.

3Your left hand is under my head,

and your right hand caresses me.

4Promise me, women of Jerusalem,

that you will not interrupt our love.

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The Women

5Who is this coming from the desert,

arm in arm with her lover?

The Woman

Under the apple tree I woke you,

in the place where you were born.

6Close your heart to every love but mine;

hold no one in your arms but me.

Love is as powerful as death;

passion is as strong as death itself.

It bursts into flame

and burns like a raging fire.

7Water cannot put it out;

no flood can drown it.

But if anyone tried to buy love with wealth,

contempt is all they would get.

The Woman's Brothers

8We have a young sister,

and her breasts are still small.

What will we do for her

when a young man comes courting?

9If she is a wall,

we will build her a silver tower.

But if she is a gate,

we will protect her with panels of cedar.

The Woman

10I am a wall,

and my breasts are its towers.

My lover knows that with him

I find contentment and peace.

The Man

11Solomon has a vineyard

in a place called Baal Hamon.

There are farmers who rent it from him;

each one pays a thousand silver coins.

12Solomon is welcome to his thousand coins,

and the farmers to 200 as their share;

I have a vineyard of my own!

13Let me hear your voice from the garden, my love;

my companions are waiting to hear you speak.

The Woman

14Come to me, my lover, like a gazelle,

like a young stag on the mountains where spices grow.

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