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Song of Songs 8

The Beloved’s Wish Song 1

The Beloved to Her Lover:

Oh, how I wish you were my little brother,

nursing at my mother’s breasts;

if I saw you outside, I could kiss you –

surely no one would despise me!

2

I would lead you and bring you to my mother’s house,

the one who taught me.

I would give you spiced wine to drink,

the nectar of my pomegranates.

Double Refrain: Embracing and Adjuration 3

The Beloved about Her Lover:

His left hand caresses my head,

and his right hand stimulates me.

4

The Beloved to the Maidens:

I admonish you, O maidens of Jerusalem:

“Do not arouse or awaken love until it pleases!”

The Awakening of Love 5

The Maidens about His Beloved:

Who is this coming up from the desert,

leaning on her beloved?

The Beloved to Her Lover:

Under the apple tree I aroused you;

there your mother conceived you,

there she who bore you was in labor of childbirth.

The Nature of True Love 6

The Beloved to Her Lover:

Set me like a cylinder seal over your heart,

like a signet on your arm.

For love is as strong as death,

passion is as unrelenting as Sheol.

Its flames burst forth,

it is a blazing flame.

7

Surging waters cannot quench love;

floodwaters cannot overflow it.

If someone were to offer all his possessions to buy love,

the offer would be utterly despised.

The Brother’s Plan and the Sister’s Reward 8

The Beloved’s Brothers:

We have a little sister,

and as yet she has no breasts.

What shall we do for our sister

on the day when she is spoken for?

9

If she is a wall,

we will build on her a battlement of silver;

but if she is a door,

we will barricade her with boards of cedar.

10

The Beloved:

I was a wall,

and my breasts were like fortress towers.

Then I found favor in his eyes.

Solomon’s Vineyard and the Beloved’s Vineyard 11

The Beloved to Her Lover:

Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-Hamon;

he leased out the vineyard to those who maintained it.

Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.

12

My vineyard, which belongs to me, is at my disposal alone.

The thousand shekels belong to you, O Solomon,

and two hundred shekels belong to those who maintain it for its fruit.

Epilogue: The Lover’s Request and His Beloved’s Invitation 13

The Lover to His Beloved:

O you who stay in the gardens,

my companions are listening attentively for your voice;

let me be the one to hear it!

14

The Beloved to Her Lover:

Make haste, my beloved!

Be like a gazelle or a young stag

on the mountains of spices.

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