Song of Solomon 8

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Oh, I wish you were my brother, who nursed at my mother's breasts. Then I could kiss you no matter who was watching, and no one would criticize me.
I would bring you to my childhood home, and there you would teach me.^[1] I would give you spiced wine to drink, my sweet pomegranate wine.
Your left arm would be under my head, and your right arm would embrace me.
Promise me, O women of Jerusalem, not to awaken love until the time is right.^[2]

Who is this sweeping in from the desert, leaning on her lover?I aroused you under the apple tree, where your mother gave you birth, where in great pain she delivered you.
Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm. For love is as strong as death, its jealousy^[3] as enduring as the grave.^[4] Love flashes like fire, the brightest kind of flame.
Many waters cannot quench love, nor can rivers drown it. If a man tried to buy love with all his wealth, his offer would be utterly scorned.

We have a little sister too young to have breasts. What will we do for our sister if someone asks to marry her?
If she is a virgin, like a wall, we will protect her with a silver tower. But if she is promiscuous, like a swinging door, we will block her door with a cedar bar.

I was a virgin, like a wall; now my breasts are like towers. When my lover looks at me, he is delighted with what he sees.
Solomon has a vineyard at Baal-hamon, which he leases out to tenant farmers. Each of them pays a thousand pieces of silver^[5] for harvesting its fruit.
But my vineyard is mine to give, and Solomon need not pay a thousand pieces of silver. But I will give two hundred pieces to those who care for its vines.

O my darling, lingering in the gardens, your companions are fortunate to hear your voice. Let me hear it, too!

Come away, my love! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.