Song of Solomon 8:1-9 ▼

1 Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! When I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; Yea, and none would despise me.

2 I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, That thou mightest instruct me; I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate.

3 His left hand should be under my head, And his right hand should embrace me.

4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem: Why should ye awaken, or stir up love, Until it please?'

5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple-tree I awakened thee; There thy mother was in travail with thee; There was she in travail and brought thee forth.

6 Set me as a seal upon thy heart, As a seal upon thine arm; For love is strong as death, Jealousy is cruel as the grave; The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, A very flame of the LORD.

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, He would utterly be contemned.

8 We have a little sister, And she hath no breasts; What shall we do for our sister In the day when she shall be spoken for?

9 If she be a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver; And if she be a door, We will enclose her with boards of cedar.