1 Oh, how I wish you were my little brother,nursing at my mother’s breasts;if I saw you outside, I could kiss you – surely no one would despise me!
2 I would lead you and bring you to my mother’s house,the one who taught me.I would give you spiced wine to drink,the nectar of my pomegranates.
3 His left hand caresses my head,and his right hand stimulates me.
4 I admonish you, O maidens of Jerusalem:“Do not arouse or awaken love until it pleases!”
5 Who is this coming up from the desert,leaning on her beloved?Under the apple tree I aroused you;there your mother conceived you,there she who bore you was in labor of childbirth.
6 Set me like a cylinder seal over your heart,like a signet on your arm.For love is as strong as death,passion is as unrelenting as Sheol.Its flames burst forth,it is a blazing flame.