Song of Songs 8
8
1Who doth make thee as a brother to me, Sucking the breasts of my mother? I find thee without, I kiss thee, Yea, they do not despise me,
2I lead thee, I bring thee in unto my mother's house, She doth teach me, I cause thee to drink of the perfumed wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,
3His left hand [is] under my head, And his right doth embrace me.
4I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!
5Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge [that] bare thee.
6Set me as a seal on thy heart, as a seal on thine arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of Jah!
7Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one give all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down — they tread upon it.
8We have a little sister, and breasts she hath not, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
9If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.
10I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
11Solomon hath a vineyard in Baal-Hamon, He hath given the vineyard to keepers, Each bringeth for its fruit a thousand silverlings;
12My vineyard — my own — is before me, The thousand [is] for thee, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!
13The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
14Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!
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Song of Songs 8
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1If only I could treat you like my brother,#8:1 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.#8:2 LXX adds and into the chamber of the one who bore me
I would give you spiced wine to drink
from the juice of my pomegranate.
3May his left hand be under my head,
and his right arm embrace 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
Young Women
5Who is this#Sg 3:6; 6:10 coming up from the wilderness,
leaning on the one she loves?
Woman
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
jealousy is as unrelenting as Sheol.
Love’s flames are fiery flames#Dt 32:21–22; Pr 6:34; 27:4 —
an almighty flame!#8:6 Or the blaze of the Lord
7A huge torrent cannot extinguish love;
rivers cannot sweep it away.
If a man were to give all his wealth#8:7 Lit all the wealth of his house for love,#Pr 6:35
it would be utterly scorned.
Brothers
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 barricade on her.
If she is a door,
we will enclose her with cedar planks.#1Kg 6:15
Woman
10I am#8:10 Or was a wall
and my breasts like towers.
So to him I have become
like one who finds#8:10 Or brings peace.#8:10 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
one thousand pieces of silver.#Is 7:23
12I have my own vineyard.#8:12 Lit My vineyard, which is mine, is before me; Sg 1:6#Sg 1:6
The one thousand are for you, Solomon,
but two hundred for those who take care of its fruits.
Man
13You#8:13 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
Woman
14Run away with me,#8:14 Lit Flee my love,
and be like a gazelle
or a young stag
on the mountains of spices.#Sg 2:17
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