4 Young women of Jerusalem,promise me by the powerof deer and gazellesnever to awaken lovebefore it is ready.
5 Who is this young womancoming in from the desertand leaning on the shoulderof the one she loves?I stirred up your passionsunder the apple treewhere you were born.
6 Always keep me in your heartand wear this braceletto remember me by.The passion of lovebursting into flameis more powerful than death,stronger than the grave.
7 Love cannot be drownedby oceans or floods;it cannot be bought,no matter what is offered.
8 We have a little sisterwhose breastsare not yet formed.If someone asks to marry her,what should we do?
9 She isn't a wallthat we can defendbehind a silver shield.Neither is she a roomthat we can protectbehind a wooden door.
10 I am a wall around a city,my breasts are towers,and just looking at mebrings him great pleasure.