Song-of-Solomon:8 Parallel Bible - DBY ASV |
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| Song-of-Solomon 8:1 | Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! Should I find thee without, I would kiss thee; And they would not despise me. | Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! [When] I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; Yea, and none would despise me. |
| Song-of-Solomon 8:2 | I would lead thee, bring thee into my mother's house; Thou wouldest instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate. | 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. |
| Song-of-Solomon 8:3 | His left hand would be under my head, And his right hand embrace me. | His left hand [should be] under my head, And his right hand should embrace me. |
| Song-of-Solomon 8:4 | I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, ... Why should ye stir up, why awake [my] love, till he please? | I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, Until he please. |
| Song-of-Solomon 8:5 | Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? I awoke thee under the apple-tree: There thy mother brought thee forth; There she brought thee forth [that] bore thee. | Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple-tree I awakened thee: There thy mother was in travail with thee, There was she in travail that brought thee forth. |
| Song-of-Solomon 8:6 | Set me as a seal upon thy heart, As a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as Sheol: The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, Flames of Jah. | Set me as a seal upon thy heart, As a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as Sheol; The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, A very flame of Jehovah. |
| Song-of-Solomon 8:7 | Many waters cannot quench love, Neither do the floods drown it: Even if a man gave all the substance of his house for love, It would utterly be contemned. | Many waters cannot quench love, Neither can floods drown it: If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, He would utterly be contemned. |
| Song-of-Solomon 8:8 | 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? | 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? |
| Song-of-Solomon 8:9 | If she be a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver; And if she be a door, We will enclose her with boards of cedar. | If she be a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver: And if she be a door, We will inclose her with boards of cedar. |
| Song-of-Solomon 8:10 | I am a wall, and my breasts like towers; Then was I in his eyes as one that findeth peace. | I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers [thereof] Then was I in his eyes as one that found peace. |
| Song-of-Solomon 8:11 | Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon: He let out the vineyard unto keepers; Every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand silver-pieces. | Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; He let out the vineyard unto keepers; Every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand [pieces] of silver. |
| Song-of-Solomon 8:12 | My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: The thousand [silver-pieces] be to thee, Solomon; And to the keepers of its fruit, two hundred. | My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: Thou, O Solomon, shalt have the thousand, And those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred. |
| Song-of-Solomon 8:13 | Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken to thy voice: Let me hear [it]. | Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken for thy voice: Cause me to hear it. |
| Song-of-Solomon 8:14 | Haste, my beloved, And be thou like a gazelle or a young hart Upon the mountains of spices. | Make haste, my beloved, And be thou like to a roe or to a young hart Upon the mountains of spices. |
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