ACV - Song of Solomon - 8

8:1  Oh that thou were as my brother, who sucked the breasts of my mother! When I should find thee outside, I would kiss thee. Yes, and none would despise me.

8:2  I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, who would instruct me. I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.

8:3  His left hand under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

8:4  I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake love, until it please.

8:5  Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awoke thee. There thy mother was in travail with thee. There she who brought thee forth was in travail.

8:6  Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm. For love is strong as death, jealousy is cruel as Sheol. The flashes of it are flashes of fire, a most vehement flame.

8:7  Many waters cannot quench love, nor can floods drown it. If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.

8:8  We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?

8:9  If she is a wall, we will build upon her a turret of silver. And if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

8:10  I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers. Then I was in his eyes as one who found peace.

8:11  Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon. He let out the vineyard to keepers. Every one for the fruit of it was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.

8:12  My vineyard, which is mine, is before me. Thou, O Solomon, shall have the thousand, and those who keep the fruit of it, two hundred.

8:13  Thou who dwell in the gardens, the companions hearken for thy voice. Cause me to hear it.

8:14  Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.