Song of Solomon 8

¹Oh that you were like my brother,

²I would lead you, bringing you into the house of my mother,

³His left hand would be under my head.

⁴I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,

⁵Who is this who comes up from the wilderness,

⁶Set me as a seal on your heart,

⁷Many waters can’t quench love,

⁸We have a little sister.

⁹If she is a wall,

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

¹¹Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon.

¹²My own vineyard is before me.

¹³You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance,

¹⁴Come away, my beloved!