Song of Solomon 8
1 O that thou wert as my brother, that was nourished at the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee outside, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised.
Quis mihi det te fratrem meum sugentem ubera matris meæ, ut inveniam te foris, et deosculer te, et iam me nemo despiciat?
2 I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother’s house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
Apprehendam te, et ducam in domum matris meæ: ibi me docebis, et dabo tibi poculum ex vino condito, et mustum malorum granatorum meorum.
3 His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
Læva eius sub capite meo, et dextera illius amplexabitur me.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not, nor awake my love, until he please.
Adiuro vos filiæ Ierusalem, ne suscitetis, neque evigilare faciatis dilectam donec ipsa velit.
5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I awakened thee under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bore thee.
Quæ est ista, quæ ascendit de deserto, deliciis affluens, innixa super dilectum suum? Sub arbore malo suscitavi te: ibi corrupta est mater tua, ibi violata est genitrix tua.
6 Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thy arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals of it are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame. (Sheol h7585)
Pone me ut signaculum super cor tuum, ut signaculum super brachium tuum: quia fortis est ut mors dilectio, dura sicut infernus æmulatio, lampades eius lampades ignis atque flammarum. (Sheol h7585)
7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be despised.
Aquæ multæ non potuerunt extinguere charitatem, nec flumina obruent illam: si dederit homo omnem substantiam domus suæ pro dilectione, quasi nihil despiciet eam.
8 We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
Soror nostra parva, et ubera non habet. Quid faciemus sorori nostræ in die quando alloquenda est?
9 If she is a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she is a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.
Si murus est, ædificemus super eum propugnacula argentea: si ostium est, compingamus illud tabulis cedrinis.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.
Ego murus: et ubera mea sicut turris, ex quo facta sum coram eo quasi pacem reperiens.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard to keepers; every one for the fruit of it was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
Vinea fuit pacifico in ea, quæ habet populos: tradidit eam custodibus, vir affert pro fructu eius mille argenteos.
12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit of it two hundred.
Vinea mea coram me est. Mille tui pacifici, et ducenti his, qui custodiunt fructus eius.
13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.
Quæ habitas in hortis, amici auscultant: fac me audire vocem tuam.
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
Fuge dilecte mi, et assimilare capreæ, hinnuloque cervorum super montes aromatum.
