الإصحَاحُ
الثَّامِنُ

 

Chapter
8

1
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
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
His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

4
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love,
until he please.

5
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.

6
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
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
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 palace of silver: and if she be a door,
we will inclose her with boards of cedar.

10
I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that
found favour.

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 pieces of silver.

12
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
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause
me to hear it.

14
Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the
mountains of spices.