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The Song of Solomon

Literal Standard Version 2020

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- Kapitel 8 -

1
Who makes you as a brother to me, || Suckling the breasts of my mother? I find you outside, I kiss you, || Indeed, they do not despise me,
2
I lead you, I bring you into my mother’s house, || She teaches me, I cause you to drink of the spiced wine, || Of the juice of my pomegranate,
3
His left hand [is] under my head, || And his right embraces me.
4
I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, || How you stir up, || And how you wake the love until she pleases!
5
Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, || Hastening herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have awoken you, || There your mother pledged you, || There she [who] bore you gave a pledge.

If only we could be undisturbed!

6
Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm, || For strong as death is love, || Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, || Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of YAH!
7
Many waters are not able to quench the love, || And floods do not wash it away. If one gives all the wealth of his house for love, || Treading downthey tread on it.

Easy to conquer?

8
We have a little sister, and she does not have breasts, || What do we do for our sister, || In the day that it is told of her?
9
If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, || We fashion by her board-work of cedar.
10
I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers, || Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.

Richer than Solomon

11
Solomon has a vineyard in Ba‘al-Hamon, || He has given the vineyard to keepers, || Each brings for its fruit one thousand pieces of silver;
12
My vineyardmy ownis before me, || The one thousand [is] for you, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!

Call only me

13
The companions are attending to your voice, || Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
14
Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!