Song of Solomon 8
Longing for Her Beloved
2I would lead you and bring you
to the house of my mother who taught me.
I would give you spiced wine to drink,
the nectar of my pomegranates.
2I would lead you, I would bring you into the house of my mother, she who taught me; I would give you to drink from the wine of spice, from the juice of my pomegranate.
The Friends
The Bride
5Who is this coming up from the wilderness,
leaning on her beloved?
I roused you under the apple tree;
there your mother conceived you;
there she travailed and brought you forth.
5Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you; there your mother conceived you; there she travailed and brought you forth.
6Set me as a seal over your heart,
as a seal upon your arm.
For love is as strong as death,
its jealousya as unrelenting as Sheol.
Its sparks are fiery flames,
the fiercest blaze of all.
6Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm. For strong as death is love, cruel as Sheol is jealousy; its flames are flames of fire, a blazing flame.
7Mighty waters cannot quench love;
rivers cannot sweep it away.
If a man were to give all the wealth of his house for love,
his offer would be utterly scorned.
7Many waters are not able to quench love, and the rivers cannot wash it away. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, they would despise it with great despising.
The Friends
The Bride
The Bridegroom