Song of Songs 8

Ward Green Version, 2003	American Standard Version, 1901
© 2008 Ward Green. All rights reserved. Song of Songs 8 ¹If only you had been my brother sucking with me at the teat of my mother! Then I could kiss you in public without anyone thinking twice. ²I would lead you, and I would bring you into the house of my mother that you might instruct me, I would furnish you with a potion of wine perfumed with the fresh juice of pomegranates. ³With your left hand under my head, your right hand would embrace me. ⁴I am fully committed along with all the daughters of Jerusalem-- why awaken out of or into love until one feels so inclined? ⁵Whoever is this coming up from pastures leaning upon her beloved? It is I who stirred you under the apple tree where your mother was pregnant with you, where she gave you birth. ⁶Set me as a seal upon your heart, and a seal upon your arm. For love is as strong as death, and as unyielding as the grave is jealousy, as lightning in its flashing forth, the flame of Jah. ⁷Abundant waters cannot extinguish love, and rivers cannot wash it away. If a man were to donate all the riches of his house for love, they surely would be despised. ⁸We have a young sister with no breasts; what shall do for our sister on the day when one speaks for her? ⁹If she were a wall, we would build upon her a battlement of silver, and if she were a door, she could be stopped up with cedar planking. ¹⁰I am a wall, and my breasts the towers thereof. In this way am I causing a peaceful appearance to the eyes? ¹¹A vineyard Solomon owned in Baal-Hamon and the man who guards the vineyard gives for its fruit as a reward a thousand silver pieces. ¹²My vineyard, which is before me, earns for Solomon a thousand and I keep two hundred as my own fruit. ¹³When we marry in the gardens, everyone will be listening for your voice in order to hear it. ¹⁴Make haste, my love, like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of spice. © 2008 Ward Green. All rights reserved.	Song of Songs 8 1 Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! [When] I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; Yea, and none would despise me. Song of Songs 8 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. Song of Songs 8 3 His left hand [should be] under my head, And his right hand should embrace me. Song of Songs 8 4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, Until he please. Song of Songs 8 5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple-tree I awakened thee: There thy mother was in travail with thee, There was she in travail that brought thee forth. Song of Songs 8 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 Sheol; The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, A very flame of Jehovah. Song of Songs 8 7 Many waters cannot quench love, Neither can floods drown it: If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, He would utterly be contemned. Song of Songs 8 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? Song of Songs 8 9 If she be a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver: And if she be a door, We will inclose her with boards of cedar. Song of Songs 8 10 I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers [thereof] Then was I in his eyes as one that found peace. Song of Songs 8 11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; He let out the vineyard unto keepers; Every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand [pieces] of silver. Song of Songs 8 12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: Thou, O Solomon, shalt have the thousand, And those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred. Song of Songs 8 13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken for thy voice: Cause me to hear it. Song of Songs 8 14 Make haste, my beloved, And be thou like to a roe or to a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.

Ward Green Version, 2003

American Standard Version, 1901

© 2008 Ward Green. All rights reserved.
Song of Songs 8
¹If only you had been my brother sucking with me at the teat of my mother! Then I could kiss you in public without anyone thinking twice.

²I would lead you, and I would bring you into the house of my mother that you might instruct me, I would furnish you with a potion of wine perfumed with the fresh juice of pomegranates.

³With your left hand under my head, your right hand would embrace me.

⁴I am fully committed along with all the daughters of Jerusalem-- why awaken out of or into love until one feels so inclined?

⁵Whoever is this coming up from pastures leaning upon her beloved? It is I who stirred you under the apple tree where your mother was pregnant with you, where she gave you birth.

⁶Set me as a seal upon your heart, and a seal upon your arm. For love is as strong as death, and as unyielding as the grave is jealousy, as lightning in its flashing forth, the flame of Jah.

⁷Abundant waters cannot extinguish love, and rivers cannot wash it away. If a man were to donate all the riches of his house for love, they surely would be despised.

⁸We have a young sister with no breasts; what shall do for our sister on the day when one speaks for her?

⁹If she were a wall, we would build upon her a battlement of silver, and if she were a door, she could be stopped up with cedar planking.

¹⁰I am a wall, and my breasts the towers thereof. In this way am I causing a peaceful appearance to the eyes?

¹¹A vineyard Solomon owned in Baal-Hamon and the man who guards the vineyard gives for its fruit as a reward a thousand silver pieces.

¹²My vineyard, which is before me, earns for Solomon a thousand and I keep two hundred as my own fruit.

¹³When we marry in the gardens, everyone will be listening for your voice in order to hear it.

¹⁴Make haste, my love, like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of spice.
© 2008 Ward Green. All rights reserved.

Song of Songs 8 1
Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! [When] I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; Yea, and none would despise me.
Song of Songs 8 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.
Song of Songs 8 3
His left hand [should be] under my head, And his right hand should embrace me.
Song of Songs 8 4
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, Until he please.
Song of Songs 8 5
Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple-tree I awakened thee: There thy mother was in travail with thee, There was she in travail that brought thee forth.
Song of Songs 8 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 Sheol; The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, A very flame of Jehovah.
Song of Songs 8 7
Many waters cannot quench love, Neither can floods drown it: If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, He would utterly be contemned.
Song of Songs 8 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?
Song of Songs 8 9
If she be a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver: And if she be a door, We will inclose her with boards of cedar.
Song of Songs 8 10
I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers [thereof] Then was I in his eyes as one that found peace.
Song of Songs 8 11
Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; He let out the vineyard unto keepers; Every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand [pieces] of silver.
Song of Songs 8 12
My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: Thou, O Solomon, shalt have the thousand, And those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
Song of Songs 8 13
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken for thy voice: Cause me to hear it.
Song of Songs 8 14
Make haste, my beloved, And be thou like to a roe or to a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.

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