1890 Darby's Translation of the Holy Scriptures (DBY)
Song of Songs 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.

8:1 ¶
Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! Should I find thee without, I would kiss thee; And they would not despise me.

8:2
I would lead thee, bring thee into my mother's house; Thou wouldest instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate.

8:3
His left hand would be under my head, And his right hand embrace me.

8:4
I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, ... Why should ye stir up, why awake [my] love, till he please?

8:5
Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? I awoke thee under the apple-tree: There thy mother brought thee forth; There she brought thee forth [that] bore thee.

8:6 ¶
Set me as a seal upon thy heart, As a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as Sheol: The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, Flames of Jah.

8:7
Many waters cannot quench love, Neither do the floods drown it: Even if a man gave all the substance of his house for love, It would utterly be contemned.

8:8 ¶
We have a little sister, And she hath no breasts: What shall we do for our sister In the day when she shall be spoken for?

8:9
If she be a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver; And if she be a door, We will enclose her with boards of cedar.

8:10
I am a wall, and my breasts like towers; Then was I in his eyes as one that findeth peace.

8:11
Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon: He let out the vineyard unto keepers; Every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand silver-pieces.

8:12
My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: The thousand [silver-pieces] be to thee, Solomon; And to the keepers of its fruit, two hundred.

8:13
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken to thy voice: Let me hear [it].

8:14 ¶
Haste, my beloved, And be thou like a gazelle or a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.