Song of Solomon
1
O that 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 wineOf 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.
5
Who 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 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.
8
We have a little sister,And she hath no breasts:What shall we do for our sisterIn 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.
10
I am a wall,And my breasts like towers:Then was I in his eyesAs 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.
13
Thou that dwellest in the gardens,The companions hearken to thy voice:Cause me to hear it.
14
Make haste, my beloved,And be thou like to a roeOr to a young hartUpon the mountains of spices.