1 If only you were to me like a brother,who was nursed at my mother’s breasts!Then, if I found you outside,I would kiss you,and no one would despise me.
2 I would lead youand bring you to my mother’s house –she who has taught me.I would give you spiced wine to drink,the nectar of my pomegranates.
3 His left arm is under my headand his right arm embraces me.
4 Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you:do not arouse or awaken loveuntil it so desires.
5 Who is this coming up from the wildernessleaning on her beloved?Under the apple tree I roused you;there your mother conceived you,there she who was in labour gave you birth.
6 Place me like a seal over your heart,like a seal on your arm;for love is as strong as death,its jealousy unyielding as the grave.It burns like blazing fire,like a mighty flame.