Song of SolomonJudaism / Hebrew BibleAccepted ScriptureBiblical Hebrew / AramaicShareSong of Solomon 8YLT - EnglishMoreVersion - 9 availableWorld English BibleKing James VersionAmerican Standard VersionDarby BibleYoung's Literal TranslationWebster BibleGeneva BibleDouay-Rheims ChallonerReina-Valera 1909WEBKJVASVDarbyYLTWebsterGenevaDouayRV1909LanguageEnglishEspañol‹Song of Solomon 1Song of Solomon 2Song of Solomon 3Song of Solomon 4Song of Solomon 5Song of Solomon 6Song of Solomon 7Song of Solomon 8›Song of Solomon 8ListenPlay this chapter in spoken English.Save chapterListen to chapter1Who doth make thee as a brother to me, Sucking the breasts of my mother? I find thee without, I kiss thee, Yea, they do not despise me, 2I lead thee, I bring thee in unto my mother's house, She doth teach me, I cause thee to drink of the perfumed wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate, 3His left hand is under my head, And his right doth embrace me. 4I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please! 5Who is this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge that bare thee. 6Set me as a seal on thy heart, as a seal on thine arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings are burnings of fire, a flame of Jah! 7Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one give all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down--they tread upon it. 8We have a little sister, and breasts she hath not, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her? 9If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar. 10I am a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace. 11Solomon hath a vineyard in Baal-Hamon, He hath given the vineyard to keepers, Each bringeth for its fruit a thousand silverlings; 12My vineyard--my own--is before me, The thousand is for thee, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens! 13The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe, 14Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices! ‹Previous chapterSong of Solomon 7Similar passagesBy tradition and source labelFind similarCompare selectedCompare with similarAsk Deep ThoughtSelect passages to search for parallels.VersionsSong of Solomon 8 across 9 versionsShow all 9WEB - World English BibleKJV - King James VersionASV - American Standard VersionDarby - Darby BibleYLT - Young's Literal TranslationWebster - Webster BibleGeneva - Geneva BibleDouay - Douay-Rheims ChallonerRV1909 - Reina-Valera 1909Tap any verse to select it, then compare selected passages or ask Deep Thought. Public Domain