Oh that you were as my brother, Who sucked the breasts of my mother! When I should find you without, 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, His right hand should embrace me.
4I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, That you not stir up, nor awake my love, Until he please.
5Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, Leaning on her beloved? Under the apple-tree I awakened you: There your mother was in travail with you, There was she in travail who brought you forth.
6Set me as a seal on your heart, As a seal on your arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as Sheol; The flashes of it are flashes of fire, A very flame of Yahweh.
7Many waters can't quench love, Neither can floods drown it: If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, He would utterly be condemned.
8We have a little sister, She has no breasts: What shall we do for our sister In the day when she shall be spoken for?
9If she be a wall, We will build on her a turret of silver: If she be a door, We will enclose her with boards of cedar.
10I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers of it Then was I in his eyes as one who found peace.
11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; He let out the vineyard to keepers; Everyone for the fruit of it was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
12My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: You, O Solomon, shall have the thousand, Those who keep the fruit of it two hundred.
13You who dwell in the gardens, The companions listen for your voice: Cause me to hear it.
14Make haste, my beloved, Be you like a roe or to a young hart On the mountains of spices.