The Beloved to Her Lover:
8:1 Oh, how I wish you were
nursing at my mother’s breasts;
if I saw
surely
8:2 I would lead you and bring you to my mother’s house,
the one who taught me.
I would give you
the nectar of my pomegranates.
The Beloved about Her Lover:
8:3 His left hand caresses my head,
and his right hand stimulates me.
The Beloved to the Maidens:
8:4 I admonish you, O maidens
“Do not
The Maidens about His Beloved:
8:5 Who is this coming up from the desert,
leaning on her beloved?
The Beloved to Her Lover:
Under the apple tree I aroused you;
there your mother conceived you,
there she who bore you was in labor of childbirth.
The Beloved to Her Lover:
8:6 Set me like a cylinder seal
like a signet
For love is as strong as death,
passion
Its flames burst forth,
it is a blazing flame.
8:7 Surging waters cannot quench love;
floodwaters
If someone were to offer all his possessions
the offer
The Beloved’s Brothers:
8:8 We have a little sister,
and as yet she has no breasts.
What shall we do for our sister
on the day when she is spoken for?
8:9 If she is a wall,
we will build on her a battlement
but if she is a door,
we will barricade
The Beloved:
8:10 I was a wall,
and my breasts were like fortress towers.
Then I found favor
The Beloved to Her Lover:
8:11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-Hamon;
he leased out
Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.