Song 8 | ABEn | STEP | Who should grant you, O my beloved man , nursing the breasts of my mother; finding you outside I should kiss you, and indeed, they will not treat me with contempt.

Song of Solomon 8

CHAPTER 8 Love's Embrace

1 Who should grant you, O my beloved man, nursing the breasts of my mother; finding you outside I should kiss you, and indeed, they will not treat me with contempt. 2 I shall take you; I shall bring you into the house of my mother, and into the inner chamber of the one conceiving me. I will give you to drink from [²wine ¹scented] of the juice of my pomegranates. 3 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me. 4 I bound you by an oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers, by the strengths of the field, why should you arise and why should you awaken love until whenever it should want? 5 Who is this ascending from the wilderness, staying upon her beloved man? Under the apple tree I awakened you. There [²travailed ³with you ¹your mother]. There she travailed with you, giving birth to you. 6 Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm! For [³is strong ⁴as ⁵death ¹the ²love]; hard as Hades is jealousy; her sparks are sparks of the fire of her flames. 7 [²water ¹Much] will not be able to extinguish love, and rivers shall not engulf it. If [²should give ¹a man] all his livelihood for love, with contempt men will treat it contemptuously. 8 Our sister is small and [³breasts ²no ¹has]; what shall we do for our sister in the day in which ever she should be spoken for in it? 9 If she is a wall, we should build upon her parapets of silver. And if she is a door, we will circumscribe for her [²plank ¹cedar]. 10 I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers. I was in their eyes as one finding peace.

The Vineyard

11 A Vineyard existed to Solomon in Baal-hamon. He gave over his vineyard to the ones keeping it. Every man shall bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver. 12 My vineyard, mine, is before me. The thousands to Solomon, and two hundred to the ones keeping its fruit. 13 O one sitting down in the gardens, the companions are taking heed to your voice. You caused me to hear! 14 Flee, O my beloved man, and be like the doe or the fawn of the hinds upon mountains of aromatics!