Song of Songs 8

8:1Who should grant you, O my beloved man, nursing the breasts of my mother; finding you outside I should kiss you, and indeed, they will not treat me with contempt.

8:2I shall take you; I shall bring you into the house of my mother, and into the inner chamber of the one conceiving me. I will give you to drink from scented wine of the juice of my pomegranates.

8:3His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.

8:4I bound you by an oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers, by the strengths of the field, why should you arise and why should you awaken love until whenever it should want?

8:5Who is this ascending from the wilderness, staying upon her beloved man? Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother travailed with you. There she travailed with you, giving birth to you.

8:6Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm! For the love is strong as death; hard as Hades is jealousy; her sparks are sparks of the fire of her flames.

8:7Much water will not be able to extinguish love, and rivers shall not engulf it. If a man should give all his livelihood for love, with contempt men will treat it contemptuously.

8:8Our sister is small and has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister in the day in which ever she should be spoken for in it?

8:9If she is a wall, we should build upon her parapets of silver. And if she is a door, we will circumscribe for her cedar plank.

8:10I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers. I was in their eyes as one finding peace.

8:11A Vineyard existed to Solomon in Baal-hamon. He gave over his vineyard to the ones keeping it. Every man shall bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.

8:12My vineyard, mine, is before me. The thousands to Solomon, and two hundred to the ones keeping its fruit.

8:13O one sitting down in the gardens, the companions are taking heed to your voice. You caused me to hear!

8:14Flee, O my beloved man, and be like the doe or the fawn of the hinds upon mountains of aromatics!