O that you were like a brother to me,

that nursed at my mother’s breast!

If I met you outside, I would kiss you,

and none would despise me.

I would lead you and bring you

into the house of my mother,

and into the chamber of her that conceived me.[a]

I would give you spiced wine to drink,

the juice of my pomegranates.

O that his left hand were under my head,

and that his right hand embraced me!

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

that you stir not up nor awaken love

until it please.


Who is that coming up from the wilderness,

leaning upon her beloved?

Under the apple tree I awakened you.

There your mother was in travail with you,

there she who bore you was in travail.

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.

Its flashes are flashes of fire,

a most vehement flame.

Many waters cannot quench love,

neither can floods drown it.

If a man offered for love

all the wealth of his house,

it would be utterly scorned.

We have a little sister,

and she has no breasts.

What shall we do for our sister,

on the day when she is spoken for?

If she is a wall,

we will build upon her a battlement of silver;

but if she is a door,

we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

10 I was a wall,

and my breasts were like towers;

then I was in his eyes

as one who brings[b] peace.

11 Solomon had a vineyard at Ba′al-ha′mon;

he let out the vineyard to keepers;

each one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.

12 My vineyard, my very own, is for myself;

you, O Solomon, may have the thousand,

and the keepers of the fruit two hundred.

13 O you who dwell in the gardens,

my companions are listening for your voice;

let me hear it.

14 Make haste, my beloved,

and be like a gazelle

or a young stag

upon the mountains of spices.


  1. Song of Solomon 8:2 Gk Syr: Heb mother; she (or you) will teach me
  2. Song of Solomon 8:10 Or finds