The Koine Bible

Who would give you, my brother, nursing the breasts of my mother? Having found you outside, I would kiss you, and indeed they would not despise me.

I would take you and bring you into my mother’s house and into the chamber of her who conceived me; I would give you to drink from spiced wine, from the juice of my pomegranates

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

I adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the strengths of the field: why do you stir up and why do you awaken love until it should desire?

Who is this, the one coming up, made white, leaning on her brother? Under the apple tree I awakened you; there your mother was in labor with you; there she who bore you was in labor with you.

Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy is hard as Hades; its sparks are sparks of fire, its flames.

Many waters will not be able to quench love, and rivers will not overflow it; if a man should give all his substance for love, they will utterly despise him.

We have a little sister, and she has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister on the day when she is spoken for?

If she is a wall, let us build on her silver battlements; and if she is a door, let us draw on her a cedar board.

I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; I was in his eyes as one finding peace.

A vineyard became to Solomon in Beelamon; he gave his vineyard to the keepers; a man will bring in a thousand for his fruit.

My vineyard is mine before me; the thousand are yours, Solomon, and the two hundred for those who keep its fruit.

You who are seated in the gardens, companions listening to your voice, let me hear it.

Flee, my brother, and be like the gazelle or to the fawn of the deer upon the mountains of spices