SongofSolomon - Chapter 8 | King James Version (KJV)

  • 1. O that thou {cf15I wert} as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! {cf15I when} I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised.
  • 2. I would lead thee, {cf15I and} bring thee into my mother's house, {cf15I who} would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
  • 3. His left hand {cf15I 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 {cf15I my} love, until he please.
  • 5. Who {cf15I 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 {cf15I that} bare thee.
  • 6. Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love {cf15I is} strong as death; jealousy {cf15I is} cruel as the grave: the coals thereof {cf15I are} coals of fire, {cf15I which hath a} most vehement flame.
  • 7. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if {cf15I 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 {cf15I be} a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she {cf15I be} a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.
  • 10. I {cf15I 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 Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand {cf15I pieces} of silver.
  • 12. My vineyard, which {cf15I is} mine, {cf15I is} before me: thou, O Solomon, {cf15I 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 {cf15I it}.
  • 14. Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.