UKJV - Song of Solomon - 8

8:1  O that you were as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find you without, I would kiss you; yea, I should not be despised.

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

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

8:4  I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that all of you stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.

8:5  Who is this that comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised you up under the apple tree: there your mother brought you forth: there she brought you forth that bare you.

8:6  Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which has a most vehement flame.

8:7  Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.

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 be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

8:10  I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.

8:11  Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.

8:12  My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.

8:13  You that dwell in the gardens, the companions hearken to your voice: cause me to hear it.

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