Song of Solomon, Chapter 8
Chapter 8 of Song of Solomon
that nursed at my mother’s breast!
If I met you outside, I would kiss you,
and none would despise me.
into the house of my mother,
and into the chamber of her that conceived me.[a]
I would give you spiced wine to drink,
the juice of my pomegranates.
and that his right hand embraced me!
that you stir not up nor awaken love
until it please.
leaning upon her beloved?
¶ Under the apple tree I awakened you.
There your mother was in travail with you,
there she who bore you was in travail.
as a seal upon your arm;
for love is strong as death,
jealousy is cruel as the grave.
Its flashes are flashes of fire,
a most vehement flame.
neither can floods drown it.
If a man offered for love
all the wealth of his house,
it would be utterly scorned.
and she has no breasts.
What shall we do for our sister,
on the day when she is spoken for?
we will build upon her a battlement of silver;
but if she is a door,
we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
and my breasts were like towers;
then I was in his eyes
as one who brings[b] peace.
he let out the vineyard to keepers;
each one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.
you, O Solomon, may have the thousand,
and the keepers of the fruit two hundred.
my companions are listening for your voice;
let me hear it.
and be like a gazelle
or a young stag
upon the mountains of spices.FOOTNOTES
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