Song of Songs 8:2
I would lead you and bring you to my mother’s house, the one who taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.
I would lead you and bring you to my mother’s house, the one who taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.
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1 The Beloved’s Wish SongThe Beloved to Her Lover: Oh, how I wish you were my little brother, nursing at my mother’s breasts; if I saw you outside, I could kiss you– surely no one would despise me!
3 Double Refrain: Embracing and AdjurationThe Beloved about Her Lover: His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
4 The Beloved to the Maidens: I admonish you, O maidens of Jerusalem:“Do not arouse or awaken love until it pleases!”
5 The Awakening of LoveThe Maidens about His Beloved: Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved?The Beloved to Her Lover: Under the apple tree I aroused you; there your mother conceived you, there she who bore you was in labor of childbirth.
3 The night watchmen found me– the ones who guard the city walls.“Have you seen my beloved?”
4 Scarcely had I passed them by when I found my beloved! I held onto him tightly and would not let him go until I brought him to my mother’s house, to the bedroom chamber of the one who conceived me.
5 The Adjuration RefrainThe Beloved to the Maidens: I admonish you, O maidens of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and by the young does of the open fields:“Do not awake or arouse love until it pleases!”
6 How beautiful you are! How lovely, O love, with your delights!
7 The Palm Tree and the Palm Tree ClimberThe Lover to His Beloved: Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters of grapes.
8 I want to climb the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit stalks. May your breasts be like the clusters of grapes, and may the fragrance of your breath be like apples!
9 May your mouth be like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding gently over our lips as we sleep together.
10 Poetic Refrain: Mutual PossessionThe Beloved about Her Lover: I am my beloved’s, and he desires me!
11 The Journey to the CountrysideThe Beloved to Her Lover: Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night in the villages.
12 Let us rise early to go to the vineyards, to see if the vines have budded, to see if their blossoms have opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom– there I will give you my love.
13 The mandrakes send out their fragrance; over our door is every delicacy, both new and old, which I have stored up for you, my lover.
3 The Beloved about Her Lover: Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4 The Banquet Hall for the Love-SickThe Beloved about Her Lover: He brought me into the banquet hall, and he looked at me lovingly.
5 Sustain me with raisin cakes, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love. The Double Refrain: Embracing and Adjuration
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
7 The Beloved to the Maidens: I admonish you, O maidens of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and by the young does of the open fields: Do not awaken or arouse love until it pleases!
1 The Lover to His Beloved: I have entered my garden, O my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my balsam spice. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk!The Poet to the Couple: Eat, friends, and drink! Drink freely, O lovers!
2 The Trials of Love: The Beloved’s Dream of Losing Her LoverThe Beloved about Her Lover: I was asleep, but my mind was dreaming. Listen! My lover is knocking at the door! The Lover to His Beloved:“Open for me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one! My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”
4 Draw me after you; let us hurry! May the king bring me into his bedroom chambers! The Maidens to the Lover: We will rejoice and delight in you; we will praise your love more than wine.The Beloved to Her Lover: How rightly the young women adore you!
2 The Desire for LoveThe Beloved to Her Lover: Oh, how I wish you would kiss me passionately! For your lovemaking is more delightful than wine.
8 The Wedding Night: Beautiful as Lebanon Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Descend from the crest of Amana, from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon, from the lions’ dens and the mountain haunts of the leopards.
9 You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride! You have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.
10 How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine; the fragrance of your perfume is better than any spice!
7 The Shepherd and the ShepherdessThe Beloved to Her Lover: Tell me, O you whom my heart loves, where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you rest your sheep during the midday heat? Tell me lest I wander around beside the flocks of your companions!
8 The Lover to His Beloved: If you do not know, O most beautiful of women, simply follow the tracks of my flock, and pasture your little lambs beside the tents of the shepherds.
19 a loving doe, a graceful deer; may her breasts satisfy you at all times, may you be captivated by her love always.
20 But why should you be captivated, my son, by an adulteress, and embrace the bosom of a different woman?
6 Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee, I will go up to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
5 “Come, eat some of my food, and drink some of the wine I have mixed.
8 The Brother’s Plan and the Sister’s RewardThe Beloved’s Brothers: We have a little sister, and as yet she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister on the day when she is spoken for?
13 Epilogue: The Lover’s Request and His Beloved’s InvitationThe Lover to His Beloved: O you who stay in the gardens, my companions are listening attentively for your voice; let me be the one to hear it!
14 The Beloved to Her Lover: Make haste, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
10 The Season of Love and the Song of the TurtledoveThe Lover to His Beloved: My lover spoke to me, saying:“Arise, my darling; My beautiful one, come away with me!
12 The Wedding Night: The Delightful GardenThe Lover to His Beloved: You are a locked garden, my sister, my bride; you are an enclosed spring, a sealed-up fountain.
13 Your shoots are a royal garden full of pomegranates with choice fruits: henna with nard,
1 The Lost Lover FoundThe Maidens to the Beloved: Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned? Tell us, that we may seek him with you.
15 You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.
16 The Beloved to Her Lover: Awake, O north wind; come, O south wind! Blow on my garden so that its fragrant spices may send out their sweet smell. May my beloved come into his garden and eat its delightful fruit!
13 My beloved is like a fragrant pouch of myrrh spending the night between my breasts.
14 My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En Gedi.
11 The Return to the VineyardsThe Lover to His Beloved: I went down to the orchard of walnut trees, to look for the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines had budded or if the pomegranates were in bloom.
17 I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
18 Come, let’s drink deeply of lovemaking until morning, let’s delight ourselves with love’s pleasures.
18 but from my youth I raised the orphan like a father, and from my mother’s womb I guided the widow!
8 The Triumph of Love: The Beloved Praises Her LoverThe Beloved to the Maidens: I admonish you, O maidens of Jerusalem– If you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him that I am lovesick!
10 The Beloved: I was a wall, and my breasts were like fortress towers. Then I found favor in his eyes.