1 If only you were my brother,one who nursed at my mother’s breasts.If I saw you on the street,I would kiss you, and no one would look down on me.
2 I would lead you.I would bring you into my mother’s house.(She is the one who was my teacher.)I would give you some spiced wine to drink,some juice squeezed from my pomegranates.
3 His left hand is under my head.His right hand caresses me.
4 Young women of Jerusalem, swear to methat you will not awaken loveor arouse love before its proper time!
5 Who is this young woman coming from the wildernesswith her arm around her beloved?Under the apple tree I woke you up.There your mother went into labor with you.There she went into laborand gave birth to you!
6 Wear me as a signet ring on your heart,as a ring on your hand.Love is as overpowering as death.Devotion is as unyielding as the grave.Love’s flames are flames of fire,flames that come from the Lord.