Song of Solomon 8:1-9 ▼

1 If only you were my brother, one who nursed at my mother's breasts. If I saw you on the street, I would kiss you, and no one would look down on me.

2 I would lead you. I would bring you into my mother's house. (She is the one who was my teacher.) I would give you some spiced wine to drink, some juice squeezed from my pomegranates.

3 His left hand is under my head. His right hand caresses me.

4 Young women of Jerusalem, swear to me that you will not awaken love or arouse love before its proper time!

5 Who is this young woman coming from the wilderness with her arm around her beloved? Under the apple tree I woke you up. There your mother went into labor with you. There she went into labor and gave birth to you!

6 Wear me as a signet ring on your heart, as a ring on your hand. Love is as overpowering as death. Devotion is as unyielding as the grave. Love's flames are flames of fire, flames that come from the LORD.

7 Raging water cannot extinguish love, and rivers will never wash it away. If a man exchanged all his family's wealth for love, people would utterly despise him.

8 We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What will we do for our sister on the day she becomes engaged?

9 If she is a wall, we will build a silver barrier around her. If she is a door, we will barricade her with cedar boards.