Song of Songs 8

I would that thou, O my kinsman, wert he that sucked the breasts of my mother; when I found thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, they should not despise me.

Τίς δῴη σε, ἀδελφιδέ μου, θηλάζοντα μαστοὺς μητρός μου; εὑροῦσά σε ἔξω φιλήσω σε, καί γε οὐκ ἐξουδενώσουσί μοι.

I would take thee, I would bring thee into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me; I would make thee to drink of spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranates.

Παραλήψομαί σε, εἰσάξω σε εἰς οἶκον μητρός μου καὶ εἰς ταμεῖον τῆς συλλαβούσης με· ποτιῶ σε ἀπὸ οἴνου τοῦ μυρεψικοῦ, ἀπὸ νάματος ῥοῶν μου.

His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

Εὐώνυμος αὐτοῦ ὑπὸ τὴν κεφαλήν μου, καὶ ἡ δεξιὰ αὐτοῦ περιλήψεταί με.

I have charged you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the virtues of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.

Ὥρκισα ὑμᾶς θυγατέρες Ἱερουσαλὴμ ἐν ταῖς ἰσχύσεσι τοῦ ἀγροῦ· ἐὰν ἐγείρητε καὶ ἐὰν ἐξεγείρητε τὴν ἀγάπην ἕως ἂν θελήσῃ.

Who is this that comes up all white, leaning on her kinsman? I raised thee up under an apple-tree; there thy mother brought thee forth; there she that bore thee brought thee forth.

Τίς αὕτη ἡ ἀναβαίνουσα λελευκανθισμένη, ἐπιστηριζομένη ἐπὶ τὸν ἀδελφιδὸν αὐτῆς; Ὑπὸ μῆλον ἐξήγειρά σε· ἐκεῖ ὠδίνησέ σε ἡ μήτηρ σου, ἐκεῖ ὠδίνησέ σε ἡ τεκοῦσά σε.

Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm; for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave, her shafts are shafts of fire, even the flames thereof.

Θές με ὡς σφραγίδα ἐπὶ τὴν καρδίαν σου, ὡς σφραγίδα ἐπὶ τὸν βραχίονά σου· ὅτι κραταιὰ ὡς θάνατος ἀγάπη, σκληρὸς ὡς ᾅδης ζῆλος· περίπτερα αὐτῆς περίπτερα πυρὸς, φλόγες αὐτῆς.

Much water will not be able to quench love, and rivers shall not drown it; if a man would give all his substance for love, men would utterly despise it.

Ὕδωρ πολὺ οὐ δυνήσεται σβέσαι τὴν ἀγάπην, καὶ ποταμοὶ οὐ συνκλύσουσιν αὐτήν· ἐὰν δῷ ἀνὴρ πάντα τὸν βίον αὐτοῦ ἐν τῇ ἀγάπῃ, ἐξουδενώσει ἐξουδενώσουσιν αὐτόν.

Our sister is little, and has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister, in the day wherein she shall be spoken for?

Ἀδελφή ἡμῶν μικρὰ καὶ μαστοὺς οὐκ ἔχει· τί ποιήσωμεν τῇ ἀδελφῇ ἡμῶν, ἐν ἡμέρᾳ ᾗ ἐὰν λαληθῇ ἐν αὐτῇ;

If she is a wall, let us build upon her silver bulwarks; and if she is a door, let us carve for her cedar panels.

Εἰ τεῖχός ἐστιν, οἰκοδομήσωμεν ἐπʼ αὐτὴν ἐπάλξεις ἀργυρᾶς· καὶ εἰ θύρα ἐστὶ, διαγράψωμεν ἐπʼ αὐτὴν σανίδα κεδρίνην.

I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers; I was in their eyes as one that found peace.

Ἐγὼ τεῖχος, καὶ μαστοί μου ὡς πύργοι ἐγὼ ἤμην ἐν ὀφθαλμοῖς αὐτῶν ὡς εὑρίσκουσα εἰρήνην.

Solomon had a vineyard in Beelamon; he let his vineyard to keepers; every one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.

Ἀμπελὼν ἐγενήθη τῷ Σαλωμὼν ἐν Βεεθλαμών· ἔδωκε τὸν ἀμπελῶνα αὐτοῦ τοῖς τηροῦσιν· ἀνὴρ οἴσει ἐν καρπῷ αὐτοῦ χιλίους ἀργυρίου.

My vineyard, even mine, is before me; Solomon shall have a thousand, and they that keep its fruit two hundred.

Ἀμπελών μου ἐμὸς ἐνώπιόν μου, οἱ χίλιοι Σαλωμὼν, καὶ οἱ διακόσιοι τοῖς τηροῦσι τὸν καρπὸν αὐτοῦ.

Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: make me hear it.

Ὁ καθήμενος ἐν κήποις, ἑταῖροι προσέχοντες τῇ φωνῇ σου, ἀκούτισόν με.

Away, my kinsman, and be like a doe or a fawn on the mountains of spices.

Φύγε ἀδελφιδέ μου, καὶ ὁμοιώθητι τῇ δορκάδι, ἢ τῷ νεβρῷ τῶν ἐλάφων ἐπὶ ὄρη τῶν ἀρωμάτων.