Song of SolomonChapter 8 |
1 O that you were as my brother, |
2 I would lead |
3 His left |
4 I charge |
5 Who |
6 Set |
7 Many |
8 We have a little |
9 If |
10 I am a wall, |
11 Solomon |
12 My vineyard, |
13 You that dwell |
14 Make haste, |
Song of SolomonChapter 8 |
1 WHO shall give you to me for my brother that sucked the breasts of my mother? When I should find you in the street, I would kiss you; yea, I should not be despised. |
2 I would lead you and bring you into my mother's house, into the chamber of her that bore me; I would give you a drink of my delicious wine, and of the sweet juice of my pomegranates. |
3 His left arm is under my head, and his right hand embraces me. |
4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up nor awake love until he please. |
5 Who is this that comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree; there your mother brought you forth; there she that bore you was in travail. |
6 Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death; desire is cruel as Sheol; its flashes are flashes of fire and flame. |
7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the rivers carry it away; and yet, if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, people would mock him. |
8 We have a little sister whose breasts have not developed; what shall we do for our sister in the day when they shall seek her hand? |
9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her an upper chamber of silver; and if she be a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar. |
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then I was in his eyes as one who has found favor. |
11 Solomon had a vineyard, and its fruits were abundant; he let out the vineyard to keepers; a man offered for its fruits a thousand pieces of silver. |
12 My vineyard which is mine is before me; a thousand pieces of silver are yours, O Solomon, and two hundred for the keepers of the fruit. |
13 Those who sit in the gardens and listen to your voice, have reported your words to me. |
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young hart upon the mountains of spices. |
Song of SolomonChapter 8 |
Song of SolomonChapter 8 |
1 O that you were as my brother, |
1 WHO shall give you to me for my brother that sucked the breasts of my mother? When I should find you in the street, I would kiss you; yea, I should not be despised. |
2 I would lead |
2 I would lead you and bring you into my mother's house, into the chamber of her that bore me; I would give you a drink of my delicious wine, and of the sweet juice of my pomegranates. |
3 His left |
3 His left arm is under my head, and his right hand embraces me. |
4 I charge |
4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up nor awake love until he please. |
5 Who |
5 Who is this that comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree; there your mother brought you forth; there she that bore you was in travail. |
6 Set |
6 Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death; desire is cruel as Sheol; its flashes are flashes of fire and flame. |
7 Many |
7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the rivers carry it away; and yet, if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, people would mock him. |
8 We have a little |
8 We have a little sister whose breasts have not developed; what shall we do for our sister in the day when they shall seek her hand? |
9 If |
9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her an upper chamber of silver; and if she be a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar. |
10 I am a wall, |
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then I was in his eyes as one who has found favor. |
11 Solomon |
11 Solomon had a vineyard, and its fruits were abundant; he let out the vineyard to keepers; a man offered for its fruits a thousand pieces of silver. |
12 My vineyard, |
12 My vineyard which is mine is before me; a thousand pieces of silver are yours, O Solomon, and two hundred for the keepers of the fruit. |
13 You that dwell |
13 Those who sit in the gardens and listen to your voice, have reported your words to me. |
14 Make haste, |
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young hart upon the mountains of spices. |