Song of Solomon 8:4-14

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

⁵Who 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.

⁶Set 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!

⁷Many 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.

⁸We 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?

⁹If 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.

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

¹¹Solomon hath a vineyard in Baal-Hamon, He hath given the vineyard to keepers, Each bringeth for its fruit a thousand silverlings;

¹²My vineyard — my own — is before me, The thousand is for thee, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!

¹³The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,

¹⁴Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!