Song of Songs 8

VIN(i) 1 How I wish that you were my little brother, who nursed upon my mother's breasts! If I met you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me! 2 I would lead you and bring you to my mother's house, Who has taught me; I would give you to drink of wine that is compounded, Of my pomegranate juice." 3 His left hand is under my head, And his right arm embraces me." 4 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires. 5 Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you; there your mother conceived you; there she who was in labor gave birth to you. 6 Place me like a seal upon your heart, Like a seal upon your arm, For love is strong as death, Its jealousy hard as the unseen, Its burning coals as burning coals of fire, The blaze of Yah." 7 Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away. If a man were to give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned. 8 We have a young sister, And her breasts are not yet grown. What shall we do for our sister On the day when she is spoken for? 9 If she is a wall, we will build a turret of silver on her. And if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar. 10 I am a wall, And my breasts are like towers; I have, then, become in his eyes Like one providing peace." 11 Solomon had a vineyard in Baal Hamon; he leased his vineyard to keepers; everyone was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver. 12 My own "vineyard" belongs to me; the "thousand" are for you, O Solomon, and "two hundred" for those who tend its fruit. 13 You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice! 14 Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!