Song of Solomon 8

1O that you as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! I should find you without, I would kiss you; yes, I should not be despised. 2I would lead you, bring you into my mother's house, would instruct me: I would cause you to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate. 3His left hand under my head, and his right hand should embrace me. 4I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake love, until he please. 5Who this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised you up under the apple tree: there your mother brought you forth: there she brought you forth bare you. 6Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm: for love strong as death; jealousy cruel as the grave: the coals thereof coals of fire, most vehement flame. 7Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned. 8We have a little sister, and she has no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for? 9If she a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar. 10I a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour. 11Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand of silver. 12My vineyard, which mine, before me: you, O Solomon, a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred. 13you that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to your voice: cause me to hear . 14Make haste, my beloved, and be you like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.