Canticle of Canticles 8

¹ Oh, that you were my brother,

² I would lead you, bring you in

³ His left hand is under my head

⁴ I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,

⁵ Who is this coming up from the desert,

⁶ Set me as a seal on your heart,

⁷ Deep waters cannot quench love,

⁸ "Our sister is little

⁹ If she is a wall,

¹⁰ I am a wall,

¹¹ Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon;

¹² My vineyard is at my own disposal;

¹³ O garden-dweller,

¹⁴ Be swift, my lover,