Song of Solomon 8:1-9 ▼

1 Who makes you as a brother to me, || Suckling the breasts of my mother? I find you outside, I kiss you, || Indeed, they do not despise me,

2 I lead you, I bring you into my mother’s house, || She teaches me, I cause you to drink of the spiced wine, || Of the juice of my pomegranate,

3 His left hand [is] under my head, || And his right embraces me.

4 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, || How you stir up, || And how you wake the love until she pleases!

5 Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, || Hastening herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have awoken you, || There your mother pledged you, || There she [who] bore you gave a pledge.

6 Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm, || For strong as death is love, || Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, || Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of YAH!

7 Many waters are not able to quench the love, || And floods do not wash it away. If one gives all the wealth of his house for love, || Treading down—they tread on it.

8 We have a little sister, and she does not have breasts, || What do we do for our sister, || In the day that it is told of her?

9 If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, || We fashion by her board-work of cedar.