Song of Songs 8
8
1
If 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.
2I would lead you, I would take you,
to the house of my mother # Sg 3:4 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.
3His left hand is under my head,
and his right arm embraces me. # Sg 2:6
4Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you:
do not stir up or awaken love
until the appropriate time. # Sg 2:7; 3:5
Y
5Who is this # Sg 3:6; 6:10 coming up from the wilderness,
leaning on the one she loves?
W
I awakened you under the apricot tree. # Sg 2:3
There your mother conceived you;
there she conceived and gave you birth.
6Set me as a seal on your heart,
as a seal on your arm. # Sg 2:16; 6:3; 7:10
For love is as strong as death; # Rm 8:38-39; 1Co 13:8
ardent love is as unrelenting as Sheol.
Love’s flames are fiery flames # Dt 32:21-22; Pr 6:34; 27:4 —
the fiercest of all. # Or the blaze of the Lord
7Mighty 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, # Pr 6:35
it would be utterly scorned.
B
8Our sister is young;
she has no breasts. # Ezk 16:7
What will we do for our sister
on the day she is spoken for?
9If she is a wall,
we will build a silver parapet on it.
If she is a door,
we will enclose it with cedar planks. # Vv. 8-9 may record what the girl’s brothers used to say. # 1Kg 6:15
W
10I 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.
11Solomon owned a vineyard in Baal-hamon. # Ec 2:4
He leased the vineyard to tenants. # Mt 21:33
Each was to bring for his fruit
1,000 pieces of silver. # Is 7:23
12I have my own vineyard. # Lit My vineyard, which is mine, is before me ; Sg 1:6 # Sg 1:6
The 1,000 are for you, Solomon,
but 200 for those who guard its fruits.
M
13You # In Hb, the word for You is feminine. who dwell in the gardens —
companions # Sg 1:7 are listening for your voice —
let me hear you! # Sg 2:14
W
14Hurry to me, my love,
and be like a gazelle
or a young stag
on the mountains of spices. # Sg 2:17
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Shir haShirim (Song of Songs) 8
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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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