Song of Songs 8, verse 1. Who would have granted you, my brother, To nurse at my mother's breasts? I would have found you outside; I would have kissed you, And no one would despise me. Song of Songs 8, verse 2. Then I would take you along And lead you to my mother's house, Into the chamber of her who conceived me; I would give you spiced wine to drink, The juice of my pomegranates. Song of Songs 8, verse 3. His left hand would be under my head, And his right hand would embrace me. Song of Songs 8, verse 4. I implore you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the hosts and powers of the field, Do not rouse nor wake my love Until he wishes.
Companions
Song of Songs 8, verse 5. Who is she who comes up, is made white, And leans on her beloved? Under an apple tree I raised you up. There your mother travailed in labor for you; There she who travailed in labor for you Gave you birth.
The Groom
Song of Songs 8, verse 6. Set me as a seal upon your heart, As a seal upon your arm; For love is as strong as death, Jealousy as cruel as Hades. Her sparks are sparks of fire, Even the flames thereof. Song of Songs 8, verse 7. Much water will not be able to quench love, Nor will rivers drown it. If a man should give all his possessions for love, Men would utterly despise them.
Companions
Song of Songs 8, verse 8. Our sister is small and has no breasts; What will we do for our sister In the day when she is spoken for? Song of Songs 8, verse 9. If she is a wall, let us build silver battlements upon her; And if she is a door, let us carve cedar panels for her.
The Bride
Song of Songs 8, verse 10. I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers; I was in his eyes as one who found peace. Song of Songs 8, verse 11. Solomon had a vineyard in Baal Hamon; He entrusted his vineyard to keepers. A man was to bring a thousand silver coins for its fruit. Song of Songs 8, verse 12. My vineyard before me is mine; O Solomon, you shall have a thousand, And those who keep its fruit, two hundred.
The Groom
Song of Songs 8, verse 13. You who dwell in the gardens, The companions give heed to your voice; Cause me to hear.
The Bride
Song of Songs 8, verse 14. Escape, my beloved, and be like the gazelle Or the fawn of a deer On the mountains of spices.