8:1 I would that thou, O my kinsman, wert he 
    that sucked the breasts of my mother; when I found thee without, I would 
    kiss thee; yea, they should not despise me.  
     
    8:2 I would take thee, I would bring thee into my mother's house, and into 
    the chamber of her that conceived me; I would make thee to drink of spiced 
    wine, of the juice of my pomegranates. 
     
    8:3 His left hand [should be] under my head, and his right hand should 
    embrace me. 
     
    8:4 I have charged you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the virtues of the 
    field, that ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, until he please. 
     
    8:5 Who is this that comes up all white, leaning on her kinsman? I raised 
    thee up under an apple-tree; there thy mother brought thee forth; there she 
    that bore thee brought thee forth. 
     
    8:6 Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm; for love is 
    strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave, her shafts are shafts of 
    fire, [even] the flames thereof. 
     
    8:7 Much water will not be able to quench love, and rivers shall not drown 
    it; if a man would give all his substance for love, [men] would utterly 
    despise it. 
     
    8:8 Our sister is little, and has no breasts; what shall we do for our 
    sister, in the day wherein she shall be spoken for? 
     
    8:9 If she is a wall, let us build upon her silver bulwarks; and if she is a 
    door, let us carve for her cedar panels. 
     
    8:10 I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers; I was in their eyes as one 
    that found peace. 
     
    8:11 Solomon had a vineyard in Beelamon; he let his vineyard to keepers; 
    every one was to bring for its fruit a thousand [pieces] of silver. 
     
    8:12 My vineyard, even mine, is before me; Solomon [shall have] a thousand, 
    and they that keep its fruit two hundred. 
     
    8:13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: 
    make me hear [it]. 
     
    8:14 Away, my kinsman, and be like a doe or a fawn on the mountains of 
    spices.  | 
    8:1 O that thou wert as my brother, that 
    sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee without, I would 
    kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised. 
     
    8:2 I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, who would 
    instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my 
    pomegranate. 
     
    8:3 His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace 
    me. 
     
    8:4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake 
    my love, until he please. 
     
    8:5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her 
    beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought 
    thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee. 
     
    8:6 Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is 
    strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals 
    of fire, which hath a most vehement flame. 
     
    8:7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a 
    man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be 
    contemned. 
     
    8:8 We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for 
    our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for? 
     
    8:9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she 
    be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar. 
     
    8:10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one 
    that found favour. 
     
    8:11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto 
    keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of 
    silver. 
     
    8:12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a 
    thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred. 
     
    8:13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: 
    cause me to hear it. 
     
    8:14 Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart 
    upon the mountains of spices.  |