Song of Solomon 8:1-12 ▼

1 Who will give you as a brother to me, one having nursed at the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, no one would despise me.

2 I would lead you, I would bring you into the house of my mother, she who taught me; I would give you to drink from the wine of spice, from the juice of my pomegranate.

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

4 I adjure you?, O daughters of Jerusalem, why stir up and why awaken love until it pleases.

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 travailed and brought you forth.

6 Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm. For strong as death is love, cruel as Sheol is jealousy; its flames are flames of fire, a blazing flame.

7 Many waters are not able to quench love, and the rivers cannot wash it away. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, they would despise it with great despising.

8 A little sister is unto us, and breasts are not unto her. What shall we do for our sister, on the day one should speak for her?

9 If she is a wall, we will build upon her a tower of silver; and if she is a door, we will enclose her with a plank of cedar.

10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. Then I have become in his eyes like one finding peace.

11 There was a vineyard unto Solomon in Baal-hamon. He gave out the vineyard to those keeping it; a man would bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.

12 My vineyard is—my own—is before me; the thousand is unto you, O Solomon, and two hundred to those keeping watch over its fruit.