Song of Songs 8:1-8

1Oh that thou wert as my brotherH251, That sucked the breastsH7699 of my motherH517! WhenI should findH4672 thee without, I would kiss thee; Yea, and none would despiseH936 me.2I would lead thee, and bringH935 thee into my mother’sH517 houseH1004, Who would instruct me; I would cause thee to drinkH8248 of spiced wineH3196, Of the juice of my pomegranateH7416.3His left handH3225should beunder my headH7218, And his rightH3225 handH3225 should embraceH2263 me.4I adjureH7650 you, O daughtersH1323 of JerusalemH3389, That ye stirH5782 not up, nor awakeH5782 my loveH160, Until he please.5Who is this that cometh up from the wildernessH4057, Leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple-tree I awakenedH5782 thee: There thy motherH517 was in travail with thee, There was she in travail that broughtH5927 thee forthH3205.6SetH7760 me as a sealH2368 upon thy heartH3820, As a sealH2368 upon thine armH2220: For loveH160 is strongH5794 as deathH4194; JealousyH7068 is cruel as SheolH7585; The flashesH7565 thereof are flashesH7565 of fireH784, A very flameH7957 of Jehovah.7ManyH7227 watersH4325 cannot quenchH3518 loveH160, Neither can floods drown it: If a manH376 would giveH5414 all the substance of his houseH1004 for loveH160, He would utterly be contemned.8We have a littleH6996 sisterH269, And she hath no breastsH7699: What shall we do for our sisterH269 In the dayH3117 when she shall be spokenH1696 for?