1 Who would make you a brother to me, Who nursed at my mother’s breasts! Should I find you outside, I would kiss you; I would not be despised.
2 I would lead you, I would bring you into the house of my mother, She who has taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, Of the juice of my pomegranate.
3 His left hand is under my head, And his right hand embraces me.
4 I have put you under oath, O daughters of Yerushalayim, Do not stir up or awake love until it pleases.