Song of Solomon 8 — GNV

8Oh that thou werest as my brother that sucked the brestes of my mother: I would finde thee without, I would kisse thee, then they should not despise thee.²I will leade thee and bring thee into my mothers house: there thou shalt teache me: and I will cause thee to drinke spiced wine, and newe wine of the pomegranate.³His left hand shalbe vnder mine head, and his right hand shall embrace me.⁴I charge you, O daughters of Ierusale, that you stir not vp, nor waken my loue, vntil she please.⁵(Who is this that commeth vp out of the wildernesse, leaning vpon her welbeloued?) I raysed thee vp vnder an apple tree: there thy mother conceiued thee: there she coceiued that bare thee.⁶Set mee as a seale on thine heart, and as a signet vpon thine arme: for loue is strong as death: ielousie is cruel as the graue: the coles thereof are fierie coles, and a vehement flame.⁷Much water can not quench loue, neither can the floods drowne it: If a man should giue all the substance of his house for loue, they would greatly contemne it.⁸Wee haue a litle sister, and she hath no breastes: what shall we do for our sister when she shalbe spoken for?⁹If shee be a wall, we will builde vpon her a siluer palace: and if she be a doore, we wil keepe her in with bordes of cedar.¹⁰I am a wall, and my breasts are as towres: then was I in his eyes as one that findeth peace.¹¹Salomon had a vine in Baal-hamon: hee gaue the vineyarde vnto keepers: euery one bringeth for ye fruite thereof a thousand pieces of siluer.¹²But my vineyarde which is mine, is before me: to thee, O Salomon appertaineth a thousand pieces of siluer, and two hundreth to them that keepe the fruite thereof.¹³O thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken vnto thy voyce: cause me to heare it.¹⁴O my welbeloued, flee away, and be like vnto the roe, or to the yong harte vpon ye mountaines of spices.