Song of Solomon 8

¹Oh that thou wert as my brother,

²I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother’s house,

³His left hand should be under my head,

⁴I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

⁵Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness,

⁶Set me as a seal upon thy heart,

⁷Many waters cannot quench love,

⁸We have a little sister,

⁹If she be a wall,

¹⁰I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers thereof

¹¹Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon;

¹²My vineyard, which is mine, is before me:

¹³Thou that dwellest in the gardens,

¹⁴Make haste, my beloved,