Song of Songs 8

Great(i) 1 O that I myght fynde the wythout, and kysse the, whom I loue as my brother whych suckte my mothers brestes: and that thou shalt not be despised 2 I will leade the, and brynge the in to my mothers house: that thou myghtest teach me, & that I myght geue the drynke of spiced wyne, & of the swete sappe of my pongranates. 3 His left hande shalbe vnder my head & hys ryght hande shall embrace me. 4 I charge you, O ye daughters of Ierusalem, that ye wake not vp my loue, ner touch her, tyll she be content her selfe. 5 What is she this, that commeth vp from the wildernes, and leaneth vpon her loue? I waked the vp amonge the apple trees, where thy mother conceyued the, where thy mother (I saye) brought the into the worlde. 6 O set me as a seale vpon thine herte, and as a seale vpon thyne arme: for loue is myghtie as the death, & gelousy as the hel. Her coales are of fyre, & a very flamme of the Lorde: 7 so that many waters are not able to quenche loue, nether maye the streames droune it. Yee, yf a man wolde geue all the good of his house for loue, he shuld counte it nothyng, 8 Our syster is but yonge, & hath no brestes: What shall we do for our syster, whan she shall be spoken for? 9 Yf she be a wall, we shal buylde a syluer bolwercke ther vpon: yf she be an open dore, we shall fasten her with borders of Cedre tree. 10 I am a wall, and my brestes lyke towres, then was I as one that hath founde fauoure in his syght. 11 Salomon hath a vyneyarde at Baal Hamon, & this vyneyarde delyuered he vnto the kepers: that euery one for the frute therof shulde geue hym a thousande peces of syluer. 12 My vyneyard is in my sight: thou (O Salomon) must haue a thousande, and the kepers two hundred with the frute. 13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, O let me heare thy voyce, that my companyons maye herken to the same. 14 O get the awaye, my loue, and be as a roo or a yong hert vpon the swete smellynge mountaynes.