Song of Solomon 8

1If only I could treat you like my brother,
Lit Would that you were like a brother to me

one who nursed at my mother’s breasts,
I would find you in public and kiss you,
and no one would scorn me.
2 I would lead you, I would take you,
to the house of my mother b who taught me.
LXX adds and into the chamber of the one who bore me

I would give you spiced wine to drink
from my pomegranate juice.
3 His left hand is under my head,
and his right arm embraces me. d
4 Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you:
do not stir up or awaken love
until the appropriate time. e

5 Y : Who is this f coming up from the wilderness,
leaning on the one she loves?

W : I awakened you under the apricot tree. g
There your mother conceived you;
there she conceived and gave you birth.
6 Set me as a seal on your heart,
as a seal on your arm. h
For love is as strong as death; i
ardent love is as unrelenting as
Sheol: A Hebrew word for either the grave or the realm of the dead
Love’s flames are fiery flames k
the fiercest of all.
Or the blaze of the Lord

7 Mighty waters cannot extinguish love;
rivers cannot sweep it away.
If a man were to give all his wealth
Lit all the wealth of his house
for love, n
it would be utterly scorned.

8 B : Our sister is young;
she has no breasts. o
What will we do for our sister
on the day she is spoken for?
9 If she is a wall,
we will build a silver parapet on it.
If she is a door,
we will enclose it with cedar planks. p , q

10 W : I am
Or was
a wall
and my breasts like towers.
So in his eyes I have become
like one who finds peace.
In Hb, the word for peace sounds similar to Solomon and Shulammite.

11 Solomon owned a vineyard in Baal-hamon. t
He leased the vineyard to tenants. u
Each was to bring for his fruit
1,000 pieces of silver. v
12 I have my own vineyard.
Lit My vineyard, which is mine, is before me; Sg 1:6
The 1,000 are for you, Solomon,
but 200 for those who guard its fruits.

13 M : You
In Hb, the word for You is feminine.
who dwell in the gardens
companions z are listening for your voice
let me hear you! aa

14 W : Hurry to me, my love,
and be like a gazelle
or a young stag
on the mountains of spices. ab

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