Song Of Solomon

Song Of Solomon 8 ©

1 The love of the church to Christ. 6 The vehemency of love. 8 The calling of the Gentiles. 14 The church prayeth for Christ's coming.


O THAT athou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee *without, bI would kiss thee; yea, 1I should not be despised.


I would clead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, who would instruct me: dI would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my epomegranate.

e ch. 4.3.

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


gI charge you, hO daughters of Jerusalem, 2that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.

g ch. 2.7; 3.5.
h ch. 1.5.

iWho is this that 3cometh up jfrom the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? kI raised thee up under the apple tree: there lthy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee.


mSet me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: nfor love is strong as death; jealousy is 4cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.


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


¶We have qa little sister, and rshe hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day swhen she shall be *spoken for?


tIf she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and uif she be a door, we will *inclose her with boards of cedar.


I am va wall, and my breasts like wtowers: then was I in his eyes as one that found 5favour.


xSolomon 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.


My yvineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, zO Solomon, must have a thousand, and athose that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.


bThou that dwellest in the gardens, cthe companions hearken to thy voice: dcause me to hear it.


6Make haste, my beloved, and ebe thou like to a roe or to a young *hart upon the mountains of spices.

e ch. 2.9,17.