Cantique des Cantiques 8

1I wish that you were like my brother, 2I would lead you and bring you into my mother's house— 3His left hand is under my head 4I want you to swear, daughters of Jerusalem, 5Who is this who is coming up from the wilderness, 6Set me as a seal over your heart, 7Surging waters cannot quench love, 8We have a little sister, 9If she is a wall, 10I was a wall, but my breasts are now like fortress towers; Some versions read I am a wall, and my breasts are like fortress towers . Some versions read so I have found favor in his eyes . 11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. 12My vineyard, my very own, is before me; 13You who live in the gardens, 14Hurry, my beloved,