LEB - Song of Solomon - 8

8:1  ⌞How I wish that you were my little brother⌟, who nursed ⌞upon my mother’s breasts⌟! If ⌞I met you outside⌟, I would kiss you, ⌞and no one would despise me⌟!

8:2  ⌞I would surely bring you⌟ to the house of my mother, ⌞who would surely teach me⌟; ⌞I would give you spiced wine to drink⌟, the ⌞sweet wine⌟ of my pomegranates.

8:3  His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.

8:4  I adjure you, ⌞O maidens of Jerusalem⌟, do not arouse or awaken love until it pleases!

8:5  Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you; there your mother ⌞conceived you⌟; there she who was in labor gave birth to you.

8:6  Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death; passion is fierce as Sheol; its flashes are flashes of fire; it is a blazing flame.

8:7  Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away. If a man were to give all the wealth of his house ⌞for love⌟, he would be utterly scorned.

8:8  ⌞We have a little sister⌟, ⌞and she does not yet have any breasts⌟. What should we do for our sister ⌞on the day when she is betrothed⌟?

8:9  If she is a wall, ⌞we will adorn her with a turret of silver⌟; but if she is a door, we will barricade her with boards of cedar.

8:10  I was a wall, and my breasts were like the towers, ⌞so my betrothed viewed me with great delight⌟.

8:11  ⌞Solomon had a vineyard⌟ at Baal-hamon; ⌞he entrusted his vineyard to the keepers⌟; ⌞people paid a thousand silver pieces for its fruit⌟.

8:12  ⌞My own “vineyard” belongs to me⌟; the “thousand” are for you, O Solomon, ⌞and “two hundred” for those who tend its fruit⌟.

8:13  O you who dwell in the garden, my companions are listening to your voice. Let me hear it!

8:14  Flee, my beloved! ⌞Be like a gazelle⌟ or ⌞a young stag⌟ upon ⌞the perfumed mountains⌟!