Song of Songs 8 - Evangelical Heritage Version - 2021（EHV）

He Embraces MeThe Woman

1I wish that you were like a brother to me,

who was nursed at my mother's breasts!

Then if I would meet you in public,

I could kiss you,

and no one would despise me.

2I would lead you.

I would bring you to my mother's house

where she used to teach me.

I would give you spiced wine to drink,

the juice of my pomegranates.

3His left arm is under my head,

and his right arm embraces me.

4Daughters of Jerusalem, you must swear

that you will not arouse or awaken love

until it so desires.

The Friends

5Who is this woman coming up from the wilderness,

leaning on her lover?

The Wealth of Our HouseThe Woman

Under the apple tree I roused you.

There your mother conceived you.

There she who gave birth to you was in labor.

6Place me like a seal over your heart,

like a seal on your arm,

because love is as strong as death.

Its passion is as relentless as the grave.

Its flames are flames of fire, a mighty flame.

7Many waters cannot quench such love.

Rivers cannot wash it away.

If a man were to offer all the wealth

of his house for love,

he would be utterly scorned.

The Brothers...Decorated With SilverThe Brothers

8We have a little sister.

She has no breasts.

What shall we make for our sister

on the day she is spoken for?

9If she is a wall,

we will build towers of silver on her.

If she is a door

we will enclose her with panels of cedar.

My Own VineyardThe Woman

10I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers.

Thus I have become in his eyes

like one who delivers contentment.

11Solomon had a vineyard in Baal Hamon.

He leased his vineyard to tenants.

Each was to bring for its fruit

a thousand shekels of silver.

12But my own vineyard is before me.

The thousand shekels are for you, Solomon,

and two hundred are for those who tend its fruit.

The Last Call to LoveThe Man

13You who dwell in the gardens

with friends in attendance,

let me hear your voice!

Run Away With MeThe Woman

14Run away, my lover,

and be like a gazelle

or like a young buck

on the mountains of spices.