Songs of Songs 8
|1||Oh, if you were my brother, sucking my mother’s breasts! then I, having met you on the street, would kiss you, and they would not blame me.|
|2||I would lead you, would bring you to my mother’s house. You would teach me, and I would give you drink of aromatic wine, the juice of my pomegranate apples.|
|3||His left hand is under my head, and his right is embracing me.|
|4|| I conjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, - do not wake and do not disturb your beloved, as long as she pleases.
|5||Who does this ascend from the desert, relying on his beloved? I woke you under an apple tree: your mother gave birth to you there, your parent gave birth to you there.|
|6||Lay me like a seal on your heart, like a ring, on your hand: for love is strong as death; jealousy, like hell; her arrows are arrows of fire; she flame is very strong.|
|7|| Large waters cannot extinguish love, and rivers will not flood it. If anyone gave all the riches of his house for love, he would be rejected with contempt.
|eight||We have a sister who is still small, and she does not have suckers; What will we do with our sister when they marry her?|
|nine||If it were a wall, we would build chambers of silver on it; if it was a door, then we would overlay it with cedar boards.|
|ten||I am a wall, and my nipples are like towers; therefore, I will be in his eyes, as having reached fullness.|
|eleven||The vineyard was at Solomon's in Baal Hamon; he gave this vineyard to the watchmen; each had to deliver a thousand pieces of silver for its fruits.|
|12|| And my vineyard is with me. Let a thousand be to you, Solomon, and two hundred to those who keep his fruits.
|13||A resident of the gardens! comrades listen to your voice, let me listen to it.|
|fourteen||Run, my beloved; be like a chamois or a young deer on the balsamic mountains!|