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Chapter 8
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1
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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. |
2
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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. |
3
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His left hand should be under my head, and his right
hand should embrace me. |
4
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I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir
not up, nor awake my love, until he please. |
5
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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.
Typology:
World Compared to the Wilderness |
6
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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. |
7
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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
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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? |
9
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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. |
10
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I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I
in his eyes as one that found favour. |
11
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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. |
12
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My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon,
must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof
two hundred. |
13
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Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken
to thy voice: cause me to hear it. |
14
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Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or
to a young hart upon the mountains of spices. |
