8:1 Oh that you were like my brother, Who sucked the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; Yes, and no one would despise me.
8:2 I would lead you, bringing you into my mother`s house, Who would instruct me. I would have you drink spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate.
8:4 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, That you not stir up, nor awaken love, Until it so desires. Friends
8:7 Many waters can`t quench love, Neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, He would be utterly scorned. Friends
8:8 We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister In the day when she is to be spoken for?
8:12 My own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon; Two hundred for those who tend its fruit. Lover
8:13 You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, Let me hear your voice! Beloved
8:14 Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!