1 O that thou wert as my brother,that sucked the breasts of my mother! When I should find thee without, I would kiss thee;yea, I should not be despised.
2 I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, who would instruct me:I would cause thee to drink of spiced wineof the juice of my pomegranate.
3 His left hand should be under my head,and his right hand should embrace me.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,that ye stir not up, nor awake my love,until he please.
5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness,leaning upon her beloved?I raised thee up under the apple tree:there thy mother brought thee forth;there she brought thee forth that bare thee.
6 Set me as a seal upon thine heart,as a seal upon thine arm:for love is strong as death;jealousy is cruel as the grave:the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.
7 Many waters cannot quench love,neither can the floods drown it:if a man would give all the substance of his house for love,it would utterly be contemned.
8 We have a little sister,and she hath no breasts:what shall we do for our sisterin the day when she shall be spoken for?
9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver:and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers:then was I in his eyes as one that found favor.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Ba´al–ha´mon;he let out the vineyard unto keepers;every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me:thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand,and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens,the companions hearken to thy voice:cause me to hear it.
14 Make haste, my beloved,and be thou like to a roe or to a young hartupon the mountains of spices.