Song of Solomon 8 — ENGLXXUP

8 I would that thou, O my kinsman, wert he that sucked the breasts of my mother; ² I would take thee, I would bring thee into my mother’s house, ³ His left hand should be under my head, ⁴ I have charged you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, ⁵ Who is this that comes up all white, ⁶ Set me as a seal upon thy heart, ⁷ Much water will not be able to quench love, ⁸ Our sister is little, and has no breasts; ⁹ If she is a wall, let us build upon her silver bulwarks; ¹⁰ I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers; ¹¹ Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon; ¹² My vineyard, even mine, is before me; ¹³ Thou that dwellest in the gardens, ¹⁴ Away, my kinsman, and be like a doe