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World English Bible

Song of Solomon 8 (WEBP)

[1] Oh that you were like my brother, who nursed from the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, and no one would despise me.
[2] I would lead you, bringing you into the house of my mother, who would instruct me. I would have you drink spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.
[3] His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.
[4] I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
[5] Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor and bore you.
[6] Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of Yah.
[7] Many waters can’t quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.
[8] We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?
[9] If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
[10] I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.
[11] Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He leased out the vineyard to keepers. Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.
[12] My own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon, two hundred for those who tend its fruit.
[13] You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice!
[14] Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!

Song of Solomon 8:6a Sheol is the place of the dead.
Song of Solomon 8:6b “Yah” is a short form of “Yahweh”, which is God’s proper Name, sometimes rendered “Lord” (all caps) in other translations.
Song of Solomon 8:11 A shekel is about 10 grams or about 0.35 ounces, so 1000 shekels is about 10 kilograms or about 22 pounds.

Scripture quotations are taken from The World English Bible™ of eBible.org, 2020 stable text edition. It is in the public domain.

King James w/Strong’s #s

Song of Solomon 8 (KJVS)

[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 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. ()
[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 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.
[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.
[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 roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.

Young’s Literal Translation

Song of Solomon 8 (YLT)

[1] Who doth make thee as a brother to me, Sucking the breasts of my mother? I find thee without, I kiss thee, Yea, they do not despise me,
[2] I lead thee, I bring thee in unto my mother’s house, She doth teach me, I cause thee to drink of the perfumed wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,
[3] His left hand is under my head, And his right doth embrace me.
[4] I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!
[5] Who is this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge that bare thee.
[6] Set me as a seal on thy heart, as a seal on thine arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings are burnings of fire, a flame of Jah!
[7] Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one give all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down-they tread upon it.
[8] We have a little sister, and breasts she hath not, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
[9] If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.
[10] I am a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
[11] Solomon hath a vineyard in Baal-Hamon, He hath given the vineyard to keepers, Each bringeth for its fruit a thousand silverlings;
[12] My vineyard-my own-is before me, The thousand is for thee, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!
[13] The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
[14] Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!