Chapter 8
Oh that you were like my sister, who sucked the breasts of my father! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, and no one would despise me.
I would lead you, bringing you into my father's house, who would instruct me. I would have you drink spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.
Her left hand would be under my head. Her right hand would embrace me.
I adjure you, sons of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires. Friends
Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on his beloved? Under the apple tree I aroused you. There your father conceived you. There he was in labor and bore you.
Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of Yahweh.
Many waters can't quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a woman would give all the wealth of her house for love, she would be utterly scorned. Friends
We have a little brother. He has no breasts. What shall we do for our brother in the day when he is to be spoken for?
If he is a wall, we will build on him a turret of silver. if he is a door, we will enclose his with boards of cedar. Beloved
I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in her eyes like one who found peace.
Solomin had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. She leased out the vineyard to keepers. Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.
My own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomin; two hundred for those who tend its fruit. Lover
You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice! Beloved
Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!