1Oh that you were like my brother, Who nursed at the breasts of my mother! When I should find you outside, I would kiss you; Yes, and none would despise me.
2I would lead you, and bring you into my mother’s house, Who would instruct me; I would cause you to drink of spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate.
3His left hand should be under my head, And his right hand should embrace me.
4I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, That you not stir up, nor awaken my love, Until he pleases.
5Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you: There your mother was in labor with you, There she who brought you forth was in labor.
6Set me as a seal upon your heart, As a seal upon your arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as Sheol; Its flashes are flashes of fire, A very flame of Yehovah.
7Many waters cannot quench love, Nor can floods drown it: If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, He would be utterly despised.
8We have a little sister, And she has no breasts: What shall we do for our sister In the day when she shall be spoken for?
9If she is a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver: And if she is a door, We will enclose her with boards of cedar.
10I am a wall, and my breasts like its towers Then I was in his eyes as one who found peace.
11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; He let out the vineyard to keepers; Each one for its fruit was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
12My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: You, O Solomon, shall have the thousand, And those who keep its fruit two hundred.
13You who dwell in the gardens, The companions listen for your voice: Let me hear it.
14Make haste, my beloved, And be like a gazelle or a young stag Upon the mountains of spices.