Song of Songs 8 O that you were as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! When I should find you outside, I would kiss you; yes, I should not be despised.

TKJU⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ O that you were as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! When I should find you outside, I would kiss you; yes, I should not be despised. ² I would lead you, and bring you into my mother's house, who would instruct me: I would cause you to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate. ³ His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me. ⁴ I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you do not stir up, nor awake my love, until he please. ⁵ Who is this that comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? I raised you up under the apple tree: There your mother brought you forth: There she brought you forth who 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: The coals of it are coals of fire, which has a most vehement flame. ⁷ Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would be utterly despised. 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 be a wall, we will build on her a palace of silver: And if she be a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar. ¹⁰ I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: Then I was in his eyes as one who found favor. ¹¹ Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he leased out the vineyard to keepers; everyone was to bring a thousand pieces of silver for the fruit of it. ¹² My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: You, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit of it two hundred. ¹³ You who dwell in the gardens, the companions listen to your voice: Cause me to hear it. ¹⁴ Make haste, my beloved, and you shall be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of spices.