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The Holy Bible

King James Version

The Book of Song of Songs

Song of Songs Chapter 8

  

The Beloved

1that thou wert as my brother,
that sucked the breasts of my mother!

when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee;
yea, I should not be despised. 2 I would lead thee,
and bring thee into my mother’s house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine
of the juice of my pomegranate. 3 His left hand 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 my love, until he please.

The Young Women of Jerusalem

5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness,
leaning upon her beloved?

The Beloved

I raised thee up under the apple tree:
there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee. 6 Set me as a seal upon thine heart,
as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death;
jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire,
which hath a most vehement flame. 7 Many waters cannot quench love,
neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give
all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.

The Young Women of Jerusalem

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 be a wall,
we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door,
we will inclose her with boards of cedar.

The Beloved

10 I 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 pieces of silver. 12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me:
thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.

The Lover

13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens,
the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.

The Beloved

14 Make haste, my beloved,
and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart
upon the mountains of spices.