Song of Solomon

Chapter 8

1 WHO shall give you to me for my brother that sucked the breasts of my mother? When I should find you in the street, I would kiss you; yea, I should not be despised.

2 I would lead you and bring you into my mother's house, into the chamber of her that bore me; I would give you a drink of my delicious wine, and of the sweet juice of my pomegranates.

3 His left arm is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.

4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up nor awake love until he please.

5 Who is this that comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree; there your mother brought you forth; there she that bore you was in travail.

6 Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death; desire is cruel as Sheol; its flashes are flashes of fire and flame.

7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the rivers carry it away; and yet, if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, people would mock him.

8 We have a little sister whose breasts have not developed; what shall we do for our sister in the day when they shall seek her hand?

9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her an upper chamber of silver; and if she be a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then I was in his eyes as one who has found favor.

11 Solomon had a vineyard, and its fruits were abundant; he let out the vineyard to keepers; a man offered for its fruits a thousand pieces of silver.

12 My vineyard which is mine is before me; a thousand pieces of silver are yours, O Solomon, and two hundred for the keepers of the fruit.

13 Those who sit in the gardens and listen to your voice, have reported your words to me.

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