Song of Songs 8

1Who would have granted you, my brother, To nurse at my mother's breasts? I would have found you outside; I would have kissed you, And no one would despise me.

τίς δῴη σε ἀδελφιδόν μου θηλάζοντα μαστοὺς μητρός μου εὑροῦσά σε ἔξω φιλήσω σε καί γε οὐκ ἐξουδενώσουσίν μοι

2Then I would take you along And lead you to my mother's house, Into the chamber of her who conceived me; I would give you spiced wine to drink, The juice of my pomegranates.

παραλήμψομαί σε εἰσάξω σε εἰς οἶκον μητρός μου καὶ εἰς ταμίειον τῆς συλλαβούσης με ποτιῶ σε ἀπὸ οἴνου τοῦ μυρεψικοῦ ἀπὸ νάματος ῥοῶν μου

3His left hand would be under my head, And his right hand would embrace me.

εὐώνυμος αὐτοῦ ὑπὸ τὴν κεφαλήν μου καὶ ἡ δεξιὰ αὐτοῦ περιλήμψεταί με

4I implore you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the hosts and powers of the field, Do not rouse nor wake my love Until he wishes.

ὥρκισα ὑμᾶς θυγατέρες Ιερουσαλημ ἐν ταῖς δυνάμεσιν καὶ ἐν ταῖς ἰσχύσεσιν τοῦ ἀγροῦ τί ἐγείρητε καὶ τί ἐξεγείρητε τὴν ἀγάπην ἕως ἂν θελήσῃ

5Who is she who comes up, is made white, And leans on her beloved? Under an apple tree I raised you up. There your mother travailed in labor for you; There she who travailed in labor for you Gave you birth.

τίς αὕτη ἡ ἀναβαίνουσα λελευκανθισμένη ἐπιστηριζομένη ἐπὶ τὸν ἀδελφιδὸν αὐτῆς ὑπὸ μῆλον ἐξήγειρά σε ἐκεῖ ὠδίνησέν σε ἡ μήτηρ σου ἐκεῖ ὠδίνησέν σε ἡ τεκοῦσά σου

6Set me as a seal upon your heart, As a seal upon your arm; For love is as strong as death, Jealousy as cruel as Hades. Her sparks are sparks of fire, Even the flames thereof.

θές με ὡς σφραγῖδα ἐπὶ τὴν καρδίαν σου ὡς σφραγῖδα ἐπὶ τὸν βραχίονά σου ὅτι κραταιὰ ὡς θάνατος ἀγάπη σκληρὸς ὡς ᾅδης ζῆλος περίπτερα αὐτῆς περίπτερα πυρός φλόγες αὐτῆς

7Much water will not be able to quench love, Nor will rivers drown it. If a man should give all his possessions for love, Men would utterly despise them.

ὕδωρ πολὺ οὐ δυνήσεται σβέσαι τὴν ἀγάπην καὶ ποταμοὶ οὐ συγκλύσουσιν αὐτήν ἐὰν δῷ ἀνὴρ τὸν πάντα βίον αὐτοῦ ἐν τῇ ἀγάπῃ ἐξουδενώσει ἐξουδενώσουσιν αὐτόν

8Our sister is small and has no breasts; What will we do for our sister In the day when she is spoken for?

ἀδελφὴ ἡμῖν μικρὰ καὶ μαστοὺς οὐκ ἔχει τί ποιήσωμεν τῇ ἀδελφῇ ἡμῶν ἐν ἡμέρᾳ ᾗ ἐὰν λαληθῇ ἐν αὐτῇ

9If she is a wall, let us build silver battlements upon her; And if she is a door, let us carve cedar panels for her.

εἰ τεῖχός ἐστιν οἰκοδομήσωμεν ἐπ᾿ αὐτὴν ἐπάλξεις ἀργυρᾶς καὶ εἰ θύρα ἐστίν διαγράψωμεν ἐπ᾿ αὐτὴν σανίδα κεδρίνην

10I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers; I was in his eyes as one who found peace.

ἐγὼ τεῖχος καὶ μαστοί μου ὡς πύργοι ἐγὼ ἤμην ἐν ὀφθαλμοῖς αὐτοῦ ὡς εὑρίσκουσα εἰρήνην

11Solomon had a vineyard in Baal Hamon; He entrusted his vineyard to keepers. A man was to bring a thousand silver coins for its fruit.

ἀμπελὼν ἐγενήθη τῷ Σαλωμων ἐν Βεελαμων ἔδωκεν τὸν ἀμπελῶνα αὐτοῦ τοῖς τηροῦσιν ἀνὴρ οἴσει ἐν καρπῷ αὐτοῦ χιλίους ἀργυρίου

12My vineyard before me is mine; O Solomon, you shall have a thousand, And those who keep its fruit, two hundred.

ἀμπελών μου ἐμὸς ἐνώπιόν μου οἱ χίλιοι σοί Σαλωμων καὶ οἱ διακόσιοι τοῖς τηροῦσι τὸν καρπὸν αὐτοῦ

13You who dwell in the gardens, The companions give heed to your voice; Cause me to hear.

ὁ καθήμενος ἐν κήποις ἑταῖροι προσέχοντες τῇ φωνῇ σου ἀκούτισόν με

14Escape, my beloved, and be like the gazelle Or the fawn of a deer On the mountains of spices.

φύγε ἀδελφιδέ μου καὶ ὁμοιώθητι τῇ δορκάδι ἢ τῷ νεβρῷ τῶν ἐλάφων ἐπὶ ὄρη ἀρωμάτων