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The Song of Songs

1

Oh, that you were my brother,
nursed at my mother's breasts!
If I met you out of doors, I would kiss you
and none would taunt me.

2

I would lead you, bring you in
to the home of my mother.
There you would teach me to give you
spiced wine to drink and pomegranate juice.

3

His left hand is under my head
and his right arm embraces me.

4

I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
by the gazelles and hinds of the field,
Do not arouse, do not stir up love,
before its own time.

5

D 1 Who is this coming up from the desert,
leaning upon her lover?
G Under the apple tree I awakened you;
it was there that your mother conceived you,
it was there that your parent conceived.

6

B 2 Set me as a seal on your heart,
as a seal on your arm;
For stern as death is love,
relentless as the nether world is devotion;
its flames are a blazing fire.

7

Deep waters cannot quench love,
nor floods sweep it away.
Were one to offer all he owns to purchase love,
he would be roundly mocked.

8

Chapter 8

3 "Our sister is little
and she has no breasts as yet.
What shall we do for our sister
when her courtship begins?

9

If she is a wall,
we will build upon it a silver parapet;
If she is a door,
we will reinforce it with a cedar plank."

10

I am a wall,
and my breasts are like towers.
So now in his eyes I have become
one to be welcomed.

11

B 4 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon;
he gave over the vineyard to caretakers.
For its fruit one would have to pay
a thousand silver pieces.

12

My vineyard is at my own disposal;
the thousand pieces are for you, O Solomon,
and two hundred for the caretakers of its fruit.

13

G 5 O garden-dweller,
my friends are listening for your voice,
let me hear it!

14

B Be swift, my lover,
like a gazelle or a young stag
on the mountains of spices!

 

 

8 1 Oh, that you were my brother, nursed at my mother's breasts! If I met you out of doors, I would kiss you and none would taunt me. 2 I would lead you, bring you in to the home of my mother. There you would teach me to give you spiced wine to drink and pomegranate juice. 3 His left hand is under my head and his right arm embraces me. 4 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and hinds of the field, Do not arouse, do not stir up love, before its own time. 5 D 1 Who is this coming up from the desert, leaning upon her lover? G Under the apple tree I awakened you; it was there that your mother conceived you, it was there that your parent conceived. 6 B 2 Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm; For stern as death is love, relentless as the nether world is devotion; its flames are a blazing fire. 7 Deep waters cannot quench love, nor floods sweep it away. Were one to offer all he owns to purchase love, he would be roundly mocked. 8 3 "Our sister is little and she has no breasts as yet. What shall we do for our sister when her courtship begins? 9 If she is a wall, we will build upon it a silver parapet; If she is a door, we will reinforce it with a cedar plank." 10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. So now in his eyes I have become one to be welcomed. 11 B 4 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he gave over the vineyard to caretakers. For its fruit one would have to pay a thousand silver pieces. 12 My vineyard is at my own disposal; the thousand pieces are for you, O Solomon, and two hundred for the caretakers of its fruit. 13 G 5 O garden-dweller, my friends are listening for your voice, let me hear it! 14 B Be swift, my lover, like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!