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.

1

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.

2

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.
3

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

4

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.
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.

6

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.

7

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.

8

¶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?

9

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.

10

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

11

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.

12

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

13

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

14

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.