en_RV1895 - Sos 8 - Ozzuu Bible

¹ Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! When I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; Yea, and none would despise me.

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 adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, That ye stir not up, nor awaken love, Until it please.

⁵ Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened thee: There thy mother was in travail with thee, There was she in travail that brought thee forth.

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 flashes thereof are flashes of fire, A very flame of the LORD.

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, He 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 the towers thereof: Then was I in his eyes as one that found 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 pieces of silver.

¹² My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: Thou, O Solomon, shalt have the thousand, And those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.

¹³ Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken for 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.