Canticle of Canticles 8

NEW JERUSALEM	NEW AMERICAN BIBLE
1 Ah, why are you not my brother, nursed at my mother's breast! Then if I met you out of doors, I couldkiss you without people thinking il of me.	1 Oh, that you were my brother,
2 I should lead you, I should take you into my mother's house, and you would teach me! I should give youspiced wine to drink, juice of my pomegranates.	2 I would lead you, bring you in
3 His left arm is under my head and his right embraces me.	3 His left hand is under my head
4 LOVER: I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, do not rouse, do not wake my beloved, before shepleases!	4 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
5 Who is this coming up from the desert leaning on her lover? I awakened you under the apple tree, whereyour mother conceived you, where she who bore you conceived you.	5 Who is this coming up from the desert,
6 BELOVED: Set me like a seal on your heart, like a seal on your arm. For love is strong as Death,passion as relentless as Sheol. The flash of it is a flash of fire, a flame of Yahweh himself.	6 Set me as a seal on your heart,
7 Love no flood can quench, no torrents drown. Were a man to offer all his family wealth to buy love,contempt is al that he would gain.	7 Deep waters cannot quench love,
8 Our sister is little: her breasts are not yet formed. What shal we do for our sister on the day she isspoken for?	8 "Our sister is little
9 If she is a rampart, on the crest we shal build a battlement of silver; if she is a door, we shal board herup with planks of cedar.	9 If she is a wall,
10 I am a wal , and my breasts represent its towers. And under their eyes I have found true peace.	10 I am a wall,
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-Hamon. He entrusted it to overseers, and each one was to pay himthe value of its produce, a thousand shekels of silver.	11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon;
12 But I tend my own vineyard myself. You, Solomon, may have your thousand shekels, and those whooversee its produce their two hundred.	12 My vineyard is at my own disposal;
13 You who dwel in the gardens, my companions listen for your voice; let me hear it.	13 O garden-dweller,
14 Haste away, my love, be like a gazel e, a young stag, on the spice-laden mountains.	14 Be swift, my lover,