Song of Songs, Chapter 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.    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.    3. His left hand [should be] under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.    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.    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.    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.    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. Our sister is little, and has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister, in the day wherein she shall be spoken for?    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.    10. I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers; I was in their eyes as one that found peace.    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.    12. My vineyard, even mine, is before me; Solomon [shall have] a thousand, and they that keep its fruit two hundred.    13. Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: make me hear [it].    14. Away, my kinsman, and be like a doe or a fawn on the mountains of spices.