8:1 Oh
that
you
were
like
a
brother
to
me
who
nursed
at
my
mother's
breasts!
If
I
found
you
outside,
I
would
kiss
you,
and
none
would
despise
me.
8:2 I
would
lead
you
and
bring
you
into
the
house
of
my
mother--
she
who
used
to
teach
me.
I
would
give
you
spiced
wine
to
drink,
the
juice
of
my
pomegranate.
8:3 His
left
hand
is
under
my
head,
and
his
right
hand
embraces
me!
8:4 I
adjure
you,
O
daughters
of
Jerusalem,
that
you
not
stir
up
or
awaken
love
until
it
pleases.
8:5 Who
is
that
coming
up
from
the
wilderness,
leaning
on
her
beloved
Under
the
apple
tree
I
awakened
you.
There
your
mother
was
in
labor
with
you;
there
she
who
bore
you
was
in
labor.
8:6 Set
me
as
a
seal
upon
your
heart,
as
a
seal
upon
your
arm,
for
love
is
strong
as
death,
jealousy
is
fierce
as
the
grave.
Its
flashes
are
flashes
of
fire,
the
very
flame
of
the
LORD.
8:7 Many
waters
cannot
quench
love,
neither
can
floods
drown
it.
If
a
man
offered
for
love
all
the
wealth
of
his
house,
he
would
be
utterly
despised.
8:8 We
have
a
little
sister,
and
she
has
no
breasts.
What
shall
we
do
for
our
sister
on
the
day
when
she
is
spoken
for
8:9 If
she
is
a
wall,
we
will
build
on
her
a
battlement
of
silver,
but
if
she
is
a
door,
we
will
enclose
her
with
boards
of
cedar.
8:10 I
was
a
wall,
and
my
breasts
were
like
towers;
then
I
was
in
his
eyes
as
one
who
finds
peace.
8:11 Solomon
had
a
vineyard
at
Baal-hamon;
he
let
out
the
vineyard
to
keepers;
each
one
was
to
bring
for
its
fruit
a
thousand
pieces
of
silver.
8:12 My
vineyard,
my
very
own,
is
before
me;
you,
O
Solomon,
may
have
the
thousand,
and
the
keepers
of
the
fruit
two
hundred.
8:13 O
you
who
dwell
in
the
gardens,
with
companions
listening
for
your
voice;
let
me
hear
it.
8:14 Make
haste,
my
beloved,
and
be
like
a
gazelle
or
a
young
stag
on
the
mountains
of
spices.