Song of Solomon 8

¹O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother!

²I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother’s house, who would instruct me:

³His left hand should be under my head,

⁴I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

⁵Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness,

⁶Set me as a seal upon thine heart,

⁷Many waters cannot quench love,

⁸We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts:

⁹If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver:

¹⁰I am a wall, and my breasts like towers:

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,