Song of Songs 8 O that you were as my brother, that nursed at the breasts of my mother! if I should find you outside, I would kiss you; yea, I would not be despised.

KJ2000⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ O that you were as my brother, that nursed at the breasts of my mother! if I should find you outside, I would kiss you; yea, I would not be despised. ² I would lead you, and bring you into my mother's house, who had instructed me: I would cause you to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate. ³ His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me. ⁴ I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my love, until it pleases. ⁵ Who is this that comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree: there your mother brought you forth: there she brought you forth that bore you. ⁶ Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm: for love is as strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: its flames are flames of fire, a most vehement flame. ⁷ Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, it would utterly be rejected. ⁸ We have a little sister, and she has no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for? ⁹ If she is a wall, we will build upon her towers of silver: and if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar. ¹⁰ I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favor. ¹¹ Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; everyone for its fruit was to bring a thousand pieces of silver. ¹² My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that tend its fruit two hundred. ¹³ You that dwell in the gardens, the companions listen for your voice: let me hear it. ¹⁴ Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of spices.