Song of Solomon 8

English MEV 2014 (Modern English Version)

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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; no one would despise me.

2I would lead you and bring you into the house of my mother, who used to instruct. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.

3Oh that his left hand were under my head, while his right hand embraces me.

4I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not arouse or awaken love until it pleases.

5Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her lover? Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother travailed in labor with you; there she who was in labor bore you.

6Place me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is as fierce as death, jealousy is as severe as Sheol. Its fires of desire are like ardent flames, the very flame of the Lord.

7Many waters cannot quench love, nor can rivers sweep it away. If a man were to give for love all the wealth of his house, 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 upon her a battlement of silver; but if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

10But I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; thus I have become like one in his eyes who has found complete 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 very own vineyard is before me; you, O Solomon, may have the thousand, and those who tend its fruit two hundred.

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

14Hurry, my lover, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!

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