Song of Songs 8
8
1If you were a baby, like my little brother nursing at his mother’s breasts,
and if I found you outside,
I could kiss you,
and no one would say it was wrong.
2I would lead you into my mother’s house,
to the room of she who taught me.
I would give you spiced wine
squeezed from my pomegranate.
She Speaks to the Women
3His left arm is under my head,
and his right hand holds me.
4Women of Jerusalem, promise me,
don’t awaken love,
don’t arouse love, until I am ready.#8:4 until I am ready Literally, “until it desires.”
The Women of Jerusalem Speak
5Who is this woman
coming from the desert, leaning on her lover?
She Speaks to Him
I woke you under the apple tree,
where your mother gave birth to you,
where you were born.
6Keep me near you like a seal you wear over your heart,
like a signet ring you wear on your hand.
Love is as strong as death.
Passion is as strong as the grave.#8:6 the grave Or “Sheol,” the place where dead people go.
Its sparks become a flame,
and it grows to become a great fire#8:6 great fire Or “the flame of the Lord.”!
7A flood cannot put out love.
Rivers cannot drown love.
Would people despise a man for giving
everything he owns for love?
Her Brothers Speak
8We have a little sister,
and her breasts are not yet grown.
What should we do for our sister
when a man comes asking to marry her?
9If she were a wall,
we would put silver trim#8:9 trim Or “supports.” Often horizontal beams and towers were built into walls to strengthen and support them. But here, this seems to be a decoration. around her.
If she were a door,
we would put a cedar board around her.
She Answers Her Brothers
10I am a wall,
and my breasts are my towers.
And he is satisfied with me!#8:10 he is satisfied with me Literally, “in his eyes I find peace.” In Hebrew this is also like the names “Solomon” and “Shulamith.”
He Speaks
11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon.
He put men in charge of the vineyard.
Each man brought in grapes
worth 1000 shekels#8:11 1000 shekels About 25 pounds (11.5 kg). Also in verse 12. of silver.
12Solomon, you can keep your 1000 shekels.
Give 200 shekels to each man for the grapes he brought.
But I will keep my own vineyard.
He Speaks to Her
13There you are, sitting in the garden.
Friends are listening to your voice.
Let me hear it too!
She Speaks to Him
14Hurry, my lover!
Be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spice.
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Shir haShirim (Song of Songs) 8
8
1Who would make you a brother to me, Who nursed at my mother’s breasts! Should I find you outside, I would kiss you; I would not be despised.
2I would lead you, I would bring you into the house of my mother, She who has taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, Of the juice of my pomegranate.
3His left hand is under my head, And his right hand embraces me.
4I have put you under oath, O daughters of Yerushalayim, Do not stir up or awake love until it pleases.
5Who is this coming up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother was in labour with you; There she was in labour, gave birth to you.
6Set me as a seal upon your heart, As a seal upon your arm; For love is as strong as death, Jealousy as cruel as She’ol; Its flames are flames of fire, a flame of Yah!
7Many waters are unable to extinguish love, And floods do not wash it away. If one would give all the wealth of his house for love, It would be utterly scorned.
8We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What do we do for our sister in the day when she is spoken for?
9If she is a wall, we build upon her a battlement of silver. And if she is a door, we would enclose her with boards of cedar.
10I am a wall, and my breasts like towers; So I became in his eyes as one who found peace.
11Shelomoh had a vineyard in Ba‛al Hamon; He let out the vineyard to keepers; Each one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.
12My own vineyard is before me. O Shelomoh, a thousand belongs to you, And two hundred to those who keep its fruit.
13You who sit in the gardens, The companions listen for your voice; Let me hear it!
14Hurry, my beloved, And be like a gazelle or a young stag On the mountains of spices.
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