Song of Solomon 8:3-10 in English

³ His left hand should be under my head, And his right hand should embrace me.

⁴ I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, Until he please.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

¹⁰ I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers thereof Then was I in his eyes as one that found peace.

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.

³ His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

⁴ I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.

⁵ Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee.

⁶ Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.

⁷ Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.

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?

⁹ If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.

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

³ His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

⁴ I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.

⁵ Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee.

⁶ Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.

⁷ Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.

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?

⁹ If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.

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

³ His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

⁴ I have charged you, you° daughters of Jerusalem, by the virtues of the field, that you° 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 you up under an apple tree; there your mother brought you forth; there she that bore you brought you forth.

⁶ Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your 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.

³ His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

⁴ I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awaken love, until it please.

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.

⁶ Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the flashes thereof are flashes of fire, a very flame of the LORD.

⁷ Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, he would utterly be contemned.

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?

⁹ If she be a wall, we will build upon her a turret of silver: and if she be a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

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

³ You would put your left arm under my head and with your right arm hold me close.

⁴ I would say to you women of Jerusalem, “Solemnly promise me that you will not disturb us while we are making love until we are ready to quit.”

⁵ Who is that woman who is coming up from the desert, ◄leaning on/clinging close to► the man who loves her? I woke you up when you were under the apple tree at the place where your mother conceived you, which is the same place where she gave birth to you.

⁶ Keep me close to you, like SIM a seal on your heart, or like SIM a bracelet on your arm. Our love for each other is as powerful as death, it is as enduring as the grave. It is as though our love for each other bursts into flames and burns like a hot fire.

⁷ Nothing can extinguish our love for each other, not even a flood. If a man tried to cause a woman to love him by saying he would give her everything that is in his house, she would refuse.

⁸ We have a younger sister, and her breasts are stll small. So this is RHQ what we should do for her on the day that we promise some young man that he can marry her:

⁹ If her chest is flat like MET a wall, we will decorate it by putting silver jewels that are like MET towers on it. Or, if she is flat like MET a door, we will decorate her with bits/pieces of cedar wood.

¹⁰ My chest was previously flat like MET a wall, but now my breasts are big like SIM towers. So the one who loves me is delighted with me.

³ His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

⁴ I have charged you, you° daughters of Jerusalem, by the virtues of the field, that you° 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 you up under an apple tree; there your mother brought you forth; there she that bore you brought you forth.

⁶ Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your 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.

³ His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.

⁴ I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

⁵ Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Beloved Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor 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 as cruel as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of Yahweh.

⁷ Many waters can’t quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.

⁸ We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?

⁹ If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

¹⁰ I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.

³ His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.

⁴ I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

⁵ Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Beloved Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor 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 as cruel as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of Yahweh.

⁷ Many waters can’t quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.

⁸ We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?

⁹ If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

¹⁰ I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.

³ His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.

⁴ I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

⁵ Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Beloved Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labour 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 as cruel as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of the LORD.

⁷ Many waters can’t quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.

⁸ We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?

⁹ If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

¹⁰ I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.

³ His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand about me.

⁴ I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready.

⁵ Who is this, who comes up from the waste places, resting on her loved one? It was I who made you awake under the apple-tree, where your mother gave you birth; there she was in pain at your birth.

⁶ Put me as a sign on your heart, as a sign on your arm; love is strong as death, and wrath bitter as the underworld: its coals are coals of fire; violent are its flames.

⁷ Much water may not put out love, or the deep waters overcome it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would be judged a price not great enough.

⁸ We have a young sister, and she has no breasts; what are we to do for our sister in the day when she is given to a man?

⁹ If she is a wall, we will make on her a strong base of silver; and if she is a door, we will let her be shut up with cedar-wood.

¹⁰ I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.

³ His left hand would be under my head, And his right hand embrace me.

⁴ I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, ...Why should ye stir up, why awake my love, till he please?

⁵ Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? I awoke thee under the apple-tree: There thy mother brought thee forth; There she brought thee forth that bore thee.

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, Flames of Jah.

⁷ Many waters cannot quench love, Neither do the floods drown it: Even if a man gave all the substance of his house for love, It would utterly be contemned.

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? —

⁹ If she be a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver; And if she be a door, We will enclose her with boards of cedar.

¹⁰ I am a wall, and my breasts like towers; Then was I in his eyes as one that findeth peace.

³ His left hand under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.

⁴ I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my love till she please.

⁵ Who is this that cometh up from the desert, flowing with delights, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I raised thee up: there thy mother was corrupted, there she was defloured that bore thee.

⁶ Put me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thy arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy as hard as hell, the lamps thereof are fire and flames.

⁷ Many waters cannot quench charity, neither can the floods drown it: if a man should give all the substance of his house for love, he shall despise it as nothing.

⁸ Our sister is little, and hath no breasts. What shall we do to our sister in the day when she is to be spoken to?

⁹ If she be a wall: let us build upon it bulwarks of silver: if she be a door, let us join it together with boards or cedar.

¹⁰ I am a wall: and my breasts are as a tower since I am become in his presence as one finding peace.

³ He supports my head with his left hand, and holds me close with his right.

⁴ Women of Jerusalem, swear to me that you won't disturb our love until the right time.

⁵ Who is this coming in from the wilderness holding her love close to her? Woman: I woke you up under the apple tree where your mother conceived you, and where she gave birth to you.

⁶ Stamp my name as a seal on your heart, like a seal on your arm, for love is strong as death, passion as unyielding as the grave—its arrows flash like fire, a blazing flame of the Lord.

⁷ Floods of water cannot extinguish love; rivers cannot submerge it. If a man offered everything he owned in order to buy love he would be completely rejected.

⁸ We have a younger sister whose breasts are still small. What shall we do for our sister when someone asks to marry her?

⁹ If she is a wall, we will build a silver tower on it. But if she is a door, we will bar the way with cedar planks.

¹⁰ I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. So when he looks at me he's happy!

³ His left hand shalbe vnder mine head, and his right hand shall embrace me.

⁴ I charge you, O daughters of Ierusale, that you stir not vp, nor waken my loue, vntil she please.

⁵ (Who is this that commeth vp out of the wildernesse, leaning vpon her welbeloued?) I raysed thee vp vnder an apple tree: there thy mother conceiued thee: there she coceiued that bare thee.

⁶ Set mee as a seale on thine heart, and as a signet vpon thine arme: for loue is strong as death: ielousie is cruel as the graue: the coles thereof are fierie coles, and a vehement flame.

⁷ Much water can not quench loue, neither can the floods drowne it: If a man should giue all the substance of his house for loue, they would greatly contemne it.

⁸ Wee haue a litle sister, and she hath no breastes: what shall we do for our sister when she shalbe spoken for?

⁹ If shee be a wall, we will builde vpon her a siluer palace: and if she be a doore, we wil keepe her in with bordes of cedar.

¹⁰ I am a wall, and my breasts are as towres: then was I in his eyes as one that findeth peace.

³ His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

⁴ 'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem: Why should ye awaken, or stir up love, until it please?'

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 and 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; the flashes thereof are flashes of fire, a very flame of the LORD.

⁷ Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it; if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, he would utterly be contemned.

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?

⁹ If she be a wall, we will build upon her a turret of silver; and if she be a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

¹⁰ I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers thereof; then was I in his eyes as one that found peace.

³ His left hand should be under my head, And his right hand should embrace me.

⁴ I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.

⁵ Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: There thy mother brought thee forth: There she brought thee forth that bare thee.

⁶ Set me as a seal upon thine heart, As a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as the grave: The coals thereof are coals of fire, Which hath a most vehement flame.

⁷ Many waters cannot quench love, Neither can the floods drown it: If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, It would utterly be contemned.

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?

⁹ If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: And if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.

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

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.

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.

³ His left hand is under my head, And his right hand embraceth me.

⁴ Lov. I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem! That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, Till she please!

⁵ Lad. Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? M. Under the apple-tree I awakened thee; There thy mother brought thee forth; There she that bore thee brought thee forth!

⁶ O set me as a seal upon thy heart, As a seal upon thine arm! For love is strong as death; True love is firm as the grave: Its flames are flames of fire, The fire of Jehovah.

⁷ Many waters cannot quench love, Nor can floods drown it. Would a man give all the wealth of his house for love, It would be utterly contemned.

⁸ Br. We have a sister who is yet young; She is yet without breasts. What shall we do with our sister, When she shall be spoken for?

⁹ If she be a wall, We will build upon it a silver tower; If she be an open gate, We will inclose her with planks of cedar.

¹⁰ Sis. I am a wall, and my breasts like towers; Therefore am I become in his eyes as one that findeth peace.

³ His left hand is under my head and his right hand embraces me.

⁴ I want you to swear, daughters of Jerusalem, that you will not interrupt our lovemaking until it is over.

⁵ Who is this who is coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? The woman speaking to the man I awakened you under the apricot tree; there your mother conceived you; there she gave birth to you, she delivered you.

⁶ Set me as a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm, for love is as strong as death. Passionate devotion is as unrelenting as Sheol; its flames burst out; it is a blazing flame, a flame hotter than any other fire.

⁷ Surging waters cannot quench love, nor can floods sweep it away. If a man gave all the possessions in his house for love, the offer would utterly be despised.

⁸ We have a little sister, and her breasts have not yet grown. What can we do for our sister on the day when she will be promised in marriage?

⁹ If she is a wall, we will build on her a tower of silver. If she is a door, we will adorn her with boards of cedar.

¹⁰ I was a wall, but my breasts are now like fortress towers; so I am in his eyes as one who brings peace.

³ His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.

⁴ I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

⁵ Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Beloved Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor 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 as cruel as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of Yahweh.

⁷ Many waters can’t quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.

⁸ We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?

⁹ If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

¹⁰ I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.

³ His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.

⁴ I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

⁵ Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Beloved Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labour 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 as cruel as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of the LORD.

⁷ Many waters can’t quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.

⁸ We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?

⁹ If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

¹⁰ I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.

³ His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

⁴ I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not, nor awake my love, until he please.

⁵ Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple-tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bore thee.

⁶ Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thy arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals of it are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.

⁷ Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.

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?

⁹ If she is a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she is a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.

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

³ His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.

⁴ I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

⁵ Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Beloved Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor 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 as cruel as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of the LORD.

⁷ Many waters can’t quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.

⁸ We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?

⁹ If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

¹⁰ I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.

³ His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.

⁴ I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

⁵ Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Beloved Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labour 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 as cruel as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of the LORD.

⁷ Many waters can’t quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.

⁸ We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?

⁹ If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

¹⁰ I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.

³ His left hand shall be under mine head, and his right hand shall embrace me.

⁴ Ye daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you greatly, that ye raise not, neither make the dearworthy spousess to awake, till she will.

⁵ Who is this spousess, that goeth up from desert, and floweth in delights, and resteth on her darling? I raised thee under a pomegranate tree; there thy mother was corrupted, there thy mother was defouled.

⁶ Set thou me as a signet on thine heart, as a signet on thine arm; for love is strong as death, envy is hard as hell; the lamps thereof be the lamps of fire, and of flames.

⁷ Many waters be not able to quench charity, neither floods shall oppress it. Though a man give all the chattel of his house for love, he shall despise, or reckon it, as nought.

⁸ Our sister is little, and hath no teats; what shall we do to our sister, in the day when she shall be spoken to?

⁹ If it is a wall, build we thereon silveren towers; if it is a door, join we together with boards of cedar.

¹⁰ I am a wall, and my teats be as a tower; since I am made as finding peace before him.

³ His left hand shall be under mine head, and his right hand shall embrace me.

⁴ Ye daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you greatly, that ye raise not, neither make the dearworthy spousess to awake, till she will. (Ye daughters of Jerusalem, I strongly command you, that ye raise not up, nor awaken the dearworthy spousess, until she desireth it.)

⁵ Who is this spousess, that goeth up from desert, and floweth in delights, and resteth on her darling? I raised thee (up) under a pomegranate tree; there thy mother was corrupted, there thy mother was defouled. (Who is this spousess, who cometh in from the desert, and who floweth in delights, and then resteth on her darling? I raised thee up under a pomegranate tree; there thy mother gave birth to thee, yea, there thy mother was in labour.)

⁶ Set thou me as a signet on thine heart, as a signet on thine arm; for love is strong as death, envy is hard as hell; the lamps thereof be the lamps of fire, and of flames. (Put thou me like a seal, or a lock, upon thy heart, yea, like a seal, or a lock, upon thy arm; for love is as strong as death, and envy is as hard as the grave; its lamps be lamps of fire, and lamps of flames.)

⁷ Many waters be not able to quench charity, neither floods shall oppress it. Though a man give all the chattel of his house for love, he shall despise, or reckon it, as nought. (A great many waters be not able to drown love, nor can the floods sweep it away. And even though a man might give all the possessions of his house for love, he shall reckon it as but nothing, or of no consequence.)

⁸ Our sister is little, and hath no teats; what shall we do to our sister, in the day when she shall be spoken to? (Our sister is little, or young, and she hath no breasts; what shall we do for our sister, on the day when she shall be spoken for?)

⁹ If it is a wall, build we thereon silveren towers; if it is a door, join we together with boards of cedar. (If she is a wall, then we shall build silver towers upon her; if she is a door, then we shall altogether enclose her with cedar boards.)

¹⁰ I am a wall, and my teats be as a tower; since I am made as finding peace before him. (I am a wall, and my breasts be like towers; and so I am able to find peace with him or and so I am able to bring him peace.)

³ His left hand is under my head, And his right doth embrace me.

⁴ I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!

⁵ Who is this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge that bare thee.

⁶ Set me as a seal on thy heart, as a seal on thine arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings are burnings of fire, a flame of Jah!

⁷ Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one give all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down — they tread upon it.

⁸ We have a little sister, and breasts she hath not, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?

⁹ If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.

¹⁰ I am a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.