1 Oh, that you were like my brother,Who nursed at my mother’s breasts!If I should find you outside,I would kiss you;I would not be despised.
2 I would lead you and bring youInto the house of my mother,She who used to instruct me.I would cause you to drink of spiced wine,Of the juice of my pomegranate.
3 His left hand is under my head,And his right hand embraces me.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,Do not stir up nor awaken loveUntil it pleases.