Song of Solomon 8
Type of Spiritual Experience
A description of the experience
1 O, that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! When I should find thee outside, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised.
2 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.
3 His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up nor awake my love, until he please.”
5 “Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree; there thy mother brought thee forth; there she brought thee forth that bore thee.”
6 “Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm; for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave; the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.”
7 “Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it; if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.”
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?
9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver; and if she be a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.”
10 “I am a wall, and my breasts like towers; then was I in his eyes as one that found favor.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me; thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.”
13 “Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice; cause me to hear it.”
14 “Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.”
The source of the experienceBible, the
Concepts, symbols and science items
SymbolsApples and the apple tree