Song of solomon Chapter[BR] 8

1 I wish you were like my brother who fed at my mother's breasts. If I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would look down on me.

2 I would lead you and bring you to my mother's house; she is the one who taught me. I would give you a drink of spiced wine from my pomegranates.

3 My lover's left hand is under my head, and his right arm holds me tight.

Song of solomon Chapter[BR] 8

4 Women of Jerusalem, promise not to awaken or excite my feelings of love until it is ready.

5 Who is this coming out of the desert, leaning on her lover? I woke you under the apple tree where you were born; there your mother gave birth to you.

6 Put me like a seal on your heart, like a seal on your arm. Love is as strong as death; jealousy is as strong as the grave. Love bursts into flames and burns like a hot fire.

Song of solomon Chapter[BR] 8

7 Even much water cannot put out the flame of love; floods cannot drown love. If a man offered everything in his house for love, people would totally reject it.

8 We have a little sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What should we do for our sister on the day she becomes engaged?

9 If she is a wall, we will put silver towers on her. If she is a door, we will protect her with cedar boards.

Song of solomon Chapter[BR] 8

10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. So I was to him, as one who brings happiness.

11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He rented the vineyards for others to tend, and everyone who rented had to pay twenty-five pounds of silver for the fruit.

12 But my own vineyard is mine to give. Solomon, the twenty-five pounds of silver are for you, and five pounds are for those who tend the fruit.

Song of solomon Chapter[BR] 8

13 You who live in the gardens, my friends are listening for your voice; let me hear it.

14 Hurry, my lover, be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains where spices grow.