Song of Solomon 8

1 I would that thou, O my kinsman, wert he that sucked the breasts of my mother; When I found thee without, I would kiss thee; Yea, they should not despise me. 2 I would take thee, I would bring thee into my mother’s house, And into the chamber of her that conceived me; I would make thee to drink of spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranates. 3 His left hand should be under my head, And his right hand should embrace me. 4 I have charged you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, By the virtues of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please. 5 Who is this that comes up all white, Leaning on her kinsman? I raised thee up under an apple tree; There thy mother brought thee forth; There she that bore thee brought thee forth. 6 Set me as a seal upon thy heart, As a seal upon thine arm; For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as the grave, Her shafts are shafts of fire, even the flames thereof. 7 Much water will not be able to quench love, And rivers shall not drown it; If a man would give all his substance for love, Men would utterly despise it. 8 Our sister is little, and has no breasts; What shall we do for our sister, In the day wherein she shall be spoken for? 9 If she is a wall, let us build upon her silver bulwarks; And if she is a door, let us carve for her cedar panels. 10 I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers; I was in their eyes as one that found peace. 11 Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon; He let his vineyard to keepers; Every one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver. 12 My vineyard, even mine, is before me; Solomon shall have a thousand, And they that keep its fruit two hundred. 13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken to thy voice: Make me hear it. 14 Away, my kinsman, and be like a doe Or a fawn on the mountains of spices.