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OEB SNG Chapter 8

SNG 8 ©

8O that thou wert my brother,

That nursed at the breasts of my mother!

If I found thee without, I would kiss thee,

Nor fear the contempt of another.

2To my mother’s house I would bring thee,

To the chamber of her that conceived me.

Spiced wine would I give thee to drink,

A draught of my pomegranate wine.

The Incomparable Power of Love

5Who is this that comes up from the wilderness,

Leaning upon her beloved?

"’Neath the apple-tree yonder I woke thee,

Just there, where a babe thou wast swaddled–

Yes, there – by the mother that bore thee."

6"Set me as seal on thy heart

Like the ring on thy hand.

For love is strong as death,

Its passion is fierce as the grave;

Its flashes are flashes of fire,

Its flames are like the lightning.

7No waters can quench it,

Nor floods overwhelm it.

If a man should give all in his house for it,

Utterly scorned would he be.

The Bride’s Proud Reply to her Brothers

8"A sister have we, but she’s little–

No breasts hath she yet.

What then shall we do with our sister,

The day she is spoken for?

9If she should prove a wall,

We will build her a turret of silver.

But if she should prove a door,

We will fence her with boards of cedar."

10"I was a wall,

My breasts were the turrets;

And he, as he looked at me,

Won me my happiness."

The Two Vineyards

11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon–

He let out the vineyard to keepers;

And each man brought in for the fruit thereof

One thousand shekels of silver.

12I, too, have a vineyard, mine own:

I leave thee the thousand, O Solomon;

Yea, and two hundred besides

For the men who kept watch on the fruit thereof,

Conclusion

13"O thou that hauntest the gardens,

My comrades are all attention:

Come, let us hear thy voice."

14"Hasten, beloved,

And flee like the roe

Or the playful gazelle

On the mountains of spices."

SNG 8 ©

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