Song of Songs

The Song of Solomon, chapter 8, Vulgate and King James Version

Chapter 8 Vulgate

   1 Quis mihi det te fratrem meum, sugentem ubera matris meae, ut inveniam te foris et deosculer te, et iam me nemo despiciat?
   2 Apprehenderem te et ducerem in domum matris meae; ibi me doceres, et darem tibi poculum ex vino condito et mustum malorum granatorum meorum.
   3 Laeva eius sub capite meo, et dextera illius amplexatur me.
   4 Adiuro vos, filiae Ierusalem, ne suscitetis neque evigilare faciatis dilectam, donec ipsa velit.
   5 Quae est ista, quae ascendit de deserto innixa super dilectum suum? Sub arbore malo suscitavi te; ibi parturivit te mater tua, ibi parturivit te genetrix tua.
   6 Pone me ut signaculum super cor tuum, ut signaculum super brachium tuum, quia fortis est ut mors dilectio, dura sicut infernus aemulatio; lampades eius lampades ignis atque flammae divinae.
   7 Aquae multae non potuerunt exstinguere caritatem, nec flumina obruent illam; si dederit homo omnem substantiam domus suae pro dilectione, quasi nihil despicient eum.
   8 Soror nostra parva et ubera non habet; quid faciemus sorori nostrae in die, quando alloquenda est?
   9 Si murus est, aedificemus super eum propugnacula argentea; si ostium est, compingamus illud tabulis cedrinis.
   10 Ego murus, et ubera mea sicut turris; ex quo facta sum coram eo quasi pacem reperiens.
   11 Vinea fuit Salomoni in Baalhamon. Tradidit eam custodibus; vir affert pro fructu eius mille argenteos.
   12 Vinea mea coram me est; mille tibi, Salomon, et ducenti his, qui custodiunt fructus eius.
   13 Quae habitas in hortis, amici auscultant, fac me audire vocem tuam.
   14 Fuge, dilecte mi, et assimilare capreae hinnuloque cervorum super montes aromatum.

King James Version

   1 O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee without, 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 bare 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 inclose 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 favour.
   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 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.