Song Of Songs 8

“I wish you were like a brother to me.
    I wish my mother’s breasts had nursed you.
Then if I found you outside,
    I could kiss you.
    No one would look down on me.

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.

I’d bring you to my mother’s house.
    She taught me everything I know.
I’d give you spiced wine to drink.
    It’s the juice of my pomegranates.

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.

Your left arm is under my head.
    Your right arm is around me.

His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

Women of Jerusalem, make me a promise.
    Don’t stir up love.
    Don’t wake it up until it’s ready.”

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.

“Who is this woman coming up from the desert?
    She’s leaning on the one who loves her.”

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.

Hold me close to your heart where your royal seal is worn.
    Keep me as close to yourself as the bracelet on your arm.
My love for you is so strong it won’t let you go.
    Love is as powerful as death.
    Love’s jealousy is as strong as the grave.
Love is like a blazing fire.
    Love burns like a mighty flame.

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.

No amount of water can put it out.
    Rivers can’t sweep it away.
Suppose someone offers
    all their wealth to buy love.
    That won’t even come close to being enough.”

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.

“We have a little sister.
    Her breasts are still small.
What should we do for our sister
    when she gets engaged?

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?

If she were a wall,
    we’d build silver towers on her.
If she were a door,
    we’d cover her with cedar boards.”

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.

“I am a wall.
    My breasts are like well-built towers.
So in your eyes I’ve become
    like someone who makes you happy.

I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.

Solomon, you had a vineyard in Baal Hamon.
    You rented your vineyard to others.
They had to pay 25 pounds
    of silver for its fruit.

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.

But I can give my own vineyard to anyone I want to.
    So I give my 25 pounds of silver to you, Solomon.
    Give 5 pounds to those who take care of its fruit.”

My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.

“My love, you live in the gardens.
    My friends listen for your voice.
    But let me hear it now.”

Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.

“Come away with me, my love.
    Be like an antelope
or like a young deer
    on mountains that are full of spices.”