Cânticos 8

1 Oh that some one would make thee as my brother that hath sucked my mother’s breasts! should I then find thee without, I would kiss thee; and yet, people would not despise me.

2 I would lead thee, I would bring thee into my mother’s house, thou shouldst teach me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, of the sweet juice of my pomegranate.

3 Oh that his left hand might be under my head, and that his right hand might embrace me.

4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, why will ye awaken, and why will ye excite my love, until it please to come of itself?––

5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her friend?––Under the apple–tree have I waked thee up; there thy mother brought thee forth; there brought thee forth she that bore thee.

6 Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thy arm; for strong as death is love; violent like the nether world is jealousy; its heat is the heat of fire, a flame of God.

7 Many waters are not able to quench love, nor can the rivers flood it away: if a man were to give all the wealth of his house for love, men would utterly despise him.––

8 We have a little sister, and she hath yet no breasts: what shall we do for our sister on 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 enclose her with boards of cedar.––

10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favor.

11 Solomon had a vineyard at Ba’al–hamon; he had given up the vineyard unto the keepers; every one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.

12 My vineyard, which was mine, was before me: thine, O Solomon, be the thousand, and let two hundred be for those that keep its fruit.––

13 "Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions listen for thy voice: oh let me hear it."

14 Flee away, my friend, and be thou like the roebuck, or the fawn of the hinds, upon the mountain of spices.