Song of Solomon - douay rheims

Chapter 8

¹ Who shall give thee to me for my brother, sucking the breasts of my mother, that I may find thee without, and kiss thee, and now no man may despise me?
² I will take hold of thee, and bring thee Into my mother's house: there thou shalt teach me, and I will give thee a cup of spiced wine and new wine of my pomegranates.
³ His left hand under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
⁴ I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my love till she please.
⁵ Who is this that cometh up from the desert, flowing with delights, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I raised thee up: there thy mother was corrupted, there she was defloured that bore thee.
⁶ Put me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thy arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy as hard as hell, the lamps thereof are fire and flames.
⁷ Many waters cannot quench charity, neither can the floods drown it: if a man should give all the substance of his house for love, he shall despise it as nothing.
⁸ Our sister is little, and hath no breasts. What shall we do to our sister in the day when she is to be spoken to?
⁹ If she be a wall: let us build upon it bulwarks of silver: if she be a door, let us join it together with boards or cedar.
¹⁰ I am a wall: and my breasts are as a tower since I am become in his presence as one finding peace.
¹¹ The peaceable had a vineyard, in that which hath people: he let out the same to keepers, every man bringeth for the fruit thereof a thousand pieces of silver.
¹² My vineyard is before me. A thousand are for thee, the peaceable, and two hundred for them that keep the fruit thereof.
¹³ Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the friends hearken: make me hear thy voice.
¹⁴ Flee away, O my beloved, and be like to the roe, and to the young hart upon the mountains of aromatical spices.

Song of Solomon - webster

Chapter 8

¹ O that thou wert as my brother, that was nourished at the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yes, I should not be despised.
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.
³ His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
⁴ I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not, nor awake my love, until he please.
⁵ Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple-tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bore thee.
⁶ Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thy arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals of it are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.
⁷ Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
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?
⁹ If she is a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she is a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.
¹⁰ I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favor.
¹¹ Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he let out the vineyard to keepers; every one for the fruit of it was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
¹² My vineyard which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit of it two hundred.
¹³ Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.
¹⁴ Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of spices.

Song of Solomon - world english bible

Chapter 8

¹ that you were like my brother, who nursed from the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, and no one would despise me.
² would lead you, bringing you into my mother's house, who would instruct me. I would have you drink spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.
³ left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.
⁴ adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires. Friends
⁵ is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I aroused you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor and bore you.
⁶ me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of Yahweh.
⁷ waters can't quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned. Friends
⁸ have a little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?
⁹ she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar. Beloved
¹⁰ am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.
¹¹ had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He leased out the vineyard to keepers. Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.
¹² own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon; two hundred for those who tend its fruit. Lover
¹³ who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice! Beloved
¹⁴ away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!

Song of Solomon - darby

Chapter 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.
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.
³ His left hand would be under my head, And his right hand embrace me.
⁴ I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, ... Why should ye stir up, why awake [my] love, till he please?
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.
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.
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 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? --
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.
¹⁰ I am a wall, and my breasts like towers; Then was I in his eyes as one that findeth peace.
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.
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.
¹³ Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken to thy voice: Let me hear [it].
¹⁴ Haste, my beloved, And be thou like a gazelle or a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.

Song of Solomon - american standard version

Chapter 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.
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.
³ His left hand [should be] under my head, And his right hand should embrace me.
⁴ I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, Until he please.
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.
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, A very flame of Jehovah.
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 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?
⁹ If she be a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver: And if she be a door, We will inclose her with boards of cedar.
¹⁰ I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers [thereof] Then was I in his eyes as one that found peace.
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 [pieces] of silver.
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.
¹³ Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken for thy voice: Cause me to hear it.
¹⁴ Make haste, my beloved, And be thou like to a roe or to a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.

Song of Solomon - basic english

Chapter 8

¹ Oh that you were my brother, who took milk from my mother's breasts! When I came to you in the street, I would give you kisses; yes, I would not be looked down on.
² I would take you by the hand into my mother's house, and she would be my teacher. I would give you drink of spiced wine, drink of the pomegranate.
³ His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand about me.
⁴ I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
⁵ Who is this, who comes up from the waste places, resting on her loved one? It was I who made you awake under the apple-tree, where your mother gave you birth; there she was in pain at your birth.
⁶ Put me as a sign on your heart, as a sign on your arm; love is strong as death, and wrath bitter as the underworld: its coals are coals of fire; violent are its flames.
⁷ Much water may not put out love, or the deep waters overcome it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would be judged a price not great enough.
⁸ We have a young sister, and she has no breasts; what are we to do for our sister in the day when she is given to a man?
⁹ If she is a wall, we will make on her a strong base of silver; and if she is a door, we will let her be shut up with cedar-wood.
¹⁰ I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.
¹¹ Solomon had a vine-garden at Baal-hamon; he let out the vine-garden to keepers; every one had to give a thousand bits of silver for its fruit.
¹² My vine-garden, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, will have the thousand, and those who keep the fruit of them two hundred.
¹³ You who have your resting-place in the gardens, the friends give ear to your voice; make me give ear to it.
¹⁴ Come quickly, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of spice.