Song of Songs 8 — The Holy Bible

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.

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.

His left hand would be under my head,

And his right hand would embrace me.

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

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

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.

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

Our sister is small and has no breasts;

What will we do for our sister

In the day when she is spoken for?

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

I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers;

I was in his eyes as one who found peace.

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.

My vineyard before me is mine;

O Solomon, you shall have a thousand,

And those who keep its fruit, two hundred.

The Groom

You who dwell in the gardens,

The companions give heed to your voice;

Cause me to hear.

The Bride

Escape, my beloved, and be like the gazelle

Or the fawn of a deer

On the mountains of spices.