1If only you were to me like a brother, who was nursed at my mother’s breasts! Then, if I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.2I would lead you and bring you to my mother’s house— she who has taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.3His left arm is under my head and his right arm embraces me.4Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.5Who is this coming up from the wilderness leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I roused you; there your mother conceived you, there she who was in labor gave you birth.6Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame.7Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away. If one were to give all the wealth of one’s house for love, it would be utterly scorned.8We have a little sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What shall we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for?9If she is a wall, we will build towers of silver on her. If she is a door, we will enclose her with panels of cedar.10I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. Thus I have become in his eyes like one bringing contentment.11Solomon had a vineyard in Baal Hamon; he let out his vineyard to tenants. Each was to bring for its fruit a thousand shekels of silver.12But my own vineyard is mine to give; the thousand shekels are for you, Solomon, and two hundred are for those who tend its fruit.13You who dwell in the gardens with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice!14Come away, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or like a young stag on the spice-laden mountains.
Song of Solomon 8
English Standard Version
Longing for Her Beloved
1Oh that you were like a brother to me who nursed at my mother’s breasts! If I found you outside, I would kiss you, and none would despise me.2I would lead you and bring you into the house of my mother— she who used to teach me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the juice of my pomegranate. (Pr 9:2; Pr 9:5; So 3:4)3His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me! (So 2:6)4I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up or awaken love until it pleases. (So 1:5; So 2:7)5Who is that coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother was in labor with you; there she who bore you was in labor. (So 3:6)6Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy is fierce as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, the very flame of the Lord. (Ex 34:14; De 4:24; Job 1:16; Isa 49:16; Jer 22:24; Hag 2:23; Ro 8:35)7Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man offered for love all the wealth of his house, he would be utterly despised. (Pr 6:35)
8Others: We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister on the day when she is spoken for? (Eze 16:7)9If she is a wall, we will build on her a battlement of silver, but if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar. (1Ki 6:15)10She: I was a wall, and my breasts were like towers; then I was in his eyes as one who finds peace. (So 4:5; So 4:12; So 7:3)11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he let out the vineyard to keepers; each one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver. (Ec 2:4; So 1:6; Isa 7:23; Mt 21:33)12My vineyard, my very own, is before me; you, O Solomon, may have the thousand, and the keepers of the fruit two hundred. (Pr 27:18)13He: O you who dwell in the gardens, with companions listening for your voice; let me hear it. (So 1:7; So 2:14; So 5:1)14She: Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices. (So 2:9; So 4:6; Re 22:17; Re 22:20)