Song of Songs 8 Who will give thee as a brother to me, sucking the breasts of my mother? I shall find thee without, I shall kiss thee; also they shall not despise me.

JuliaSmith⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ Who will give thee as a brother to me, sucking the breasts of my mother? I shall find thee without, I shall kiss thee; also they shall not despise me. ² I will lead thee, I will bring thee to the house of my mother; thou wilt teach me: I will give thee to drink from spiced wine from the new wine of my pomegranate. ³ His left hand under my head, and his right shall embrace me. ⁴ I adjured you, O daughters of Jerusalem, why will ye awake, and why will ye rouse love till he shall desire?' ⁵ Who this coming up from the desert, leaning herself upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I aroused thee: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she bearing thee, brought forth . ⁶ Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love was strong as death; jealousy hard as hades: its flames, flames of fire, flames of Jehovah. ⁷ Many waters shall not be able to quench love, and rivers shall not overwhelm it: if a man shall give all the riches of his house for love, despising, they shall be despised for him. ⁸ A little sister to us, and no breasts to her: what shall we do for our sister in the day it shall be spoken for her? ⁹ If she be a wall, we will build upon her a fortress of silver: and if she is a door we will bind upon her a tablet of cedar. ¹⁰ I am a wall, and my breasts as towers: then was I in his eyes as finding peace. ¹¹ A vineyard was to Solomon in the place of a multitude; he gave the vineyards to those watching; each shall bring in its fruit a thousand of silver. ¹² My vineyard to me before me: a thousand to thee, O Solomon, and two hundred to those watching its fruit. ¹³ Thou sitting in the gardens, the companions attending to thy voice: cause thou me to hear. ¹⁴ Flee, my beloved, and be it likened to thee to the roe or to the fawn of the hinds upon the mountains of spices.