Song of Songs 8
8
Woman:
1How I wish you were like a brother to me, one who nursed at my mother's breasts! Then if I met you on the street I could kiss you and no one would tell me off. 2Then I could take you home to my mother's house, where she used to teach me.#8:2. Or “To the room of the one who bore me,” paralleling 3:4. I would give you spiced wine to drink from the juice of my pomegranate. 3He supports my head with his left hand, and holds me close with his right. 4Women of Jerusalem, swear to me that you won't disturb our love until the right time.
Women of Jerusalem:
5Who is this coming in from the wilderness holding her love close to her?
Woman:
I woke you up under the apple tree where your mother conceived you, and where she gave birth to you.#8:5. What this means is unclear. 6Stamp my name as a seal on your heart, like a seal on your arm,#8:6. As an indication of ownership. for love is strong as death, passion as unyielding as the grave—its arrows flash like fire, a blazing flame of the Lord. 7Floods of water cannot extinguish love; rivers cannot submerge it. If a man offered everything he owned in order to buy love he would be completely rejected.
Woman's brothers:
8We have a younger sister whose breasts are still small. What shall we do for our sister when someone asks to marry her? 9If she is a wall, we will build a silver tower on it. But if she is a door, we will bar the way with cedar planks.#8:9. Some take the image of the wall as representing virginity, and the door as someone who is promiscuous. In any case, the woman identifies herself as a wall in the following verse, indicating faithfulness in any case.
Woman:
10I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. So when he looks at me he's happy!#8:10. Literally, “Then in his eyes I am as one who brings peace.” The woman is contradicting her brothers and is saying she is mature.
Woman:#8:11. Some believe the man is speaking the following verses.
11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon which he leased to tenant farmers. Each of them paid him one thousand silver coins for the fruit it produced. 12But I own my vineyard, it is mine alone. One thousand silver coins are for you, Solomon, and two hundred for those who look after it.
Man:
13My darling, sitting there in the gardens with companions listening to you—please talk to me!
Woman:
14Come quickly, my love! Be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.
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Song of Songs 8
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1O, 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 no one would despise me.
2I would lead you and bring you into my mother’s house— she who has taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink from the nectar of my pomegranate.
3O that his left hand were under my head, and his right hand embraced me.
4 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, Do not arouse or awaken love until it so delights.
Protecting Love
5Who is this coming up from the wilderness leaning on her lover? Under the apple tree I roused you. There your mother travailed with you. There she who was in labor gave you birth.
6Set me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm. For love is as strong as death, jealousy as cruel as Sheol. Its flames are bolts of fire, the flame of Adonai.
7Many waters cannot quench love, nor rivers wash it away. If one gave all the wealth of his house for love, it would be utterly despised.
8We have a little sister, still without breasts. What shall we do for our sister on the day when she is spoken for?
9If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will fence her in with cedar plank.
10I am a wall, and my breasts like towers. Thus I have become in his eyes as one bringing shalom.
11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon. He entrusted the vineyard to caretakers. Each was to bring for his fruit a thousand pieces of silver.
12My very own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon, and two hundred for those who tend the fruit.
13You who abide in the gardens, friends are listening for your voice. Let me hear it!
14Come quickly, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!
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