Cânticos 8

1 Who could give You to me [as] my brother, who sucked my mother's breasts? [When] I find You outside, I would kiss You; yea, they would not despise me.

2 I would lead You, [and] bring You into my mother's house. You would instruct me; I would cause You to drink spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.

3 His left hand [would be] under my head, and His right embrace me.

4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, why should you stir up or awaken [my] Love until it pleases?

5 Who [is] this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her Beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree; there your mother travailed with you; there she travailed 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] cruel as the grave; its flames [are] flames of fire, a flame of Jehovah.

7 Many waters cannot quench love, nor will the rivers overflow it. If [a] man would give all the wealth of his house for love, it would be scorned.

8 We have a little sister, and she has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?

9 If she [is] a wall, we will build on her a palace of silver; and if she [is] a door, we will enclose her [with] boards of cedar.

10 I [was] a wall, and my breasts like towers; then I was in His eyes as one finding peace.

11 Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon; he let out the vineyard to keepers; everyone for its fruit was to bring a thousand of silver.

12 My vineyard, which [is] mine, [is] before me; you, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and for the keepers of its fruit, two hundred.

13 You who dwell in the gardens, the companions listen to your voice; cause me to hear.

14 Hurry, my Beloved, and be like a gazelle, or a young deer, the stag, on the mountains of spices.