Cantar de los Cantares 8

¹ Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! Should I find thee without, I would kiss thee; And they would not despise me. ² I would lead thee, bring thee into my mother's house; Thou wouldest instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate. ³ His left hand would be under my head, And his right hand embrace me. ⁴ I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, ...Why should ye stir up, why awake my love, till he please?

⁵ Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? I awoke thee under the apple-tree: There thy mother brought thee forth; There she brought thee forth that bore thee. 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 Sheol: The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, Flames of Jah. ⁷ Many waters cannot quench love, Neither do the floods drown it: Even if a man gave all the substance of his house for love, It would utterly be contemned.

⁸ 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 If she be a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver; And if she be a door, We will enclose her with boards of cedar. ¹⁰ I am a wall, and my breasts like towers; Then was I in his eyes as one that findeth peace. ¹¹ Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon: He let out the vineyard unto keepers; Every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand silver-pieces. ¹² My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: The thousand silver-pieces be to thee, Solomon; And to the keepers of its fruit, two hundred.

¹³ Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken to thy voice: Let me hear it . ¹⁴ Haste, my beloved, And be thou like a gazelle or a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.