8:1 Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! [When] I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; Yea, and none would despise me.
8:2 I would lead thee, [and] bring thee into my mother`s house, Who would instruct me; I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate.
8:4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, Until he please.
8:5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple-tree I awakened thee: There thy mother was in travail with thee, There was she in travail that brought thee forth.
8:7 Many waters cannot quench love, Neither can floods drown it: If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, He 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?
8:12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: Thou, O Solomon, shalt have the thousand, And those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
8:13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken for thy voice: Cause me to hear it.
8:14 Make haste, my beloved, And be thou like to a roe or to a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.