Song of Songs 8 - Evangelical Heritage Version (EHV)

He Embraces Me

The Woman

8 I wish that you were like a brother to me,
who was nursed at my mother’s breasts.
Then if I would meet you in public,
I could kiss you,
and no one would despise me.
²I would lead you.
I would bring you to my mother’s house
where she used to teach me.
I would give you spiced wine to drink,
the juice of my pomegranates.

³His left arm is under my head,
and his right arm embraces me.

⁴Daughters of Jerusalem, you must swear
that you will not arouse or awaken love
until it so desires.

The Friends

⁵^5aWho is this woman coming up from the wilderness,
leaning on her lover?

The Wealth of Our House

The Woman

^5bUnder the apple tree I roused you.
There your mother conceived you.
There she who gave birth to you was in labor.

⁶Place me like a seal over your heart,
like a seal on your arm,
because love is as strong as death.
Its passion is as relentless as the grave.
Its flames are flames of fire, a mighty blaze.^[a]
⁷Many waters cannot quench such love.
Rivers cannot wash it away.
If a man were to offer all the wealth
of his house for love,
he would be utterly scorned.

The Brothers. . .Decorated With Silver

The Brothers

⁸We have a little sister.
She has no breasts.
What shall we make for our sister
on the day she is spoken for?
⁹If she is a wall,
we will build towers of silver on her.
If she is a door,
we will enclose her with panels of cedar.

My Own Vineyard

The Woman

¹⁰I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers.
Thus I have become in his eyes
like one who delivers contentment.

¹¹Solomon had a vineyard in Baal Hamon.
He leased his vineyard to tenants.
Each was to bring for its fruit
a thousand shekels of silver.
¹²But my own vineyard is before me.
The thousand shekels are for you, Solomon,
and two hundred are for those who tend its fruit.

The Last Call to Love

The Man

¹³You who dwell in the gardens
with friends in attendance,
let me hear your voice!

Run Away With Me

The Woman

¹⁴Run away, my love,
and be like a gazelle,
or like a young buck
on the mountains of spices.

Footnotes

Song of Songs 8:6 With alternate word division the text may be read the blaze of Yah. Yah is a short form of the divine name often written Yahweh.

Song of Songs 8 - Tree of Life Version (TLV)

8 O, that you were like a brother to me, who nursed at my mother’s breasts.If I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.2 I would lead you and bring you into my mother’s house— she who has taught me.I would give you spiced wine to drink from the nectar of my pomegranate.3 O ...
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Song of Songs 8 - New Revised Standard Version (NRSV)

8 O that you were like a brother to me, who nursed at my mother’s breast!If I met you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.2 I would lead you and bring you into my mother’s house and into the chamber of the one who bore me.[a]I would give you spiced wine to drink, from the juice of...
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Song of Songs 8 - New International Version (NIV)

8 If only you were to me like a brother, who was nursed at my mother’s breasts!Then, if I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.2 I would lead you and bring you to my mother’s house(A)— she who has taught me.I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegrana...
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Song of Songs 8 - New International Reader's Version (NIRV)

8 “I wish you were like a brother to me. I wish my mother’s breasts had nursed you.Then if I found you outside, I could kiss you. No one would look down on me.2 I’d bring you to my mother’s house. She taught me everything I know.I’d give you spiced wine to drink. It’s the juice of my pomegranates.3 ...
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Song of Songs 8 - New Catholic Bible (NCB)

Chapter 81 Oh, if only you were to me like a brother, nursed at my mother’s breast.Then if I met you out of doors, I could kiss you without people regarding me with scorn.[a]2 I would lead you and bring you into the home of my mother.There you would teach me to give you spiced wine to drink and the ...
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Song of Songs 8 - New American Bible (Revised Edition) (NABRE)

Chapter 81 Would that you were a brother to me, nursed at my mother’s breasts!If I met you out of doors, I would kiss you and none would despise me.2 (A)I would lead you, bring you to my mother’s house, where you would teach me,Where I would give you to drink spiced wine, my pomegranate[a] juice.3 (...
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Song of Songs 8 - Modern English Version (MEV)

8 Oh, that you were like a brother to me, who nursed at my mother’s breasts!If I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.2 I would lead you and bring you into the house of my mother, she who used to instruct me.I would give you spiced wine to drink, the juice of my pomegrana...
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