VI.
Hoping to be raptured
8:1-14
A.
Groaning for her flesh
v. 1
S.S. 8
:1
8:1
Oh that you were like a
1brother to me,
Who nursed at my mother’s breasts!
If I found you
2outside, I would kiss you,
And none would despise me.
B.
Hoping to be saved from her groaning for the flesh, indicating her hope to be raptured
vv. 2-4
S.S. 8
:2
8:2
I would lead you
and bring you
Into my
1mother’s house,
Who has instructed me;
I would make you drink spiced wine
From the juice of my pomegranate.
S.S. 8
:3
8:3
aHis left hand would be under my head,
And his right hand would embrace me.
S.S. 8
:4
8:4
aI 1adjure you, O
bdaughters of Jerusalem,
Do not rouse up or awaken
my love
Until she pleases.
C.
Before the rapture
vv. 5-14
S.S. 8
:5
8:5
Who is this who comes up from the
awilderness,
1Leaning on her beloved?
2I awakened you under the apple tree:
There your mother was in labor with you;
There she was in labor
and brought you forth.
S.S. 8
:6
8:6
Set me as a
1aseal on your heart,
As a seal on your arm;
For love is as strong as death,
Jealousy is as cruel as
2Sheol;
Its flashes are the flashes of fire,
A flame of
3Jehovah.
S.S. 8
:7
8:7
Many waters cannot quench love,
Nor do floods drown it.
If a man gave all the substance of his house for love,
It would be utterly despised.
S.S. 8
:8
8:8
We have a little
1sister,
And she has no breasts:
What shall we do for our sister
On the day when she is spoken for?
S.S. 8
:9
8:9
If she is a
1wall,
We will build on her a battlement of silver;
And if she is a
1door,
We will enclose her with boards of cedar.
S.S. 8
:10
8:10
I am a
1wall, and my breasts are like towers;
Then I was in his eyes like one who has found peace.
S.S. 8
:11
8:11
Solomon had a vineyard at
1Baal-hamon:
He let out the
avineyard to keepers;
Each was to bring a thousand
shekels of silver for its fruit.
S.S. 8
:12
8:12
My vineyard, which is mine, is before me.
You will have the thousand, O Solomon;
And those who keep its fruit, two hundred.
S.S. 8
:13
8:13
O you who dwell in the gardens,
My companions listen for your
1avoice;
Let me hear
it.
S.S. 8
:14
8:14
1aMake haste, my beloved,
And be like a gazelle or a young hart
Upon the mountains of spices.
