1 Oh that you were like my brother,who nursed from the breasts of my mother!If I found you outside, I would kiss you;yes, and no one would despise me.
2 I would lead you, bringing you into my mother’s house,who would instruct me.I would have you drink spiced wine,of the juice of my pomegranate.
3 His left hand would be under my head.His right hand would embrace me.
4 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,that you not stir up, nor awaken love,until it so desires.
5 Who is this who comes up from the wilderness,leaning on her beloved?Under the apple tree I aroused you.There your mother conceived you.There she was in labour and bore you.
6 Set me as a seal on your heart,as a seal on your arm;for love is strong as death.Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol.Its flashes are flashes of fire,a very flame of the Lord.
7 Many waters can’t quench love,neither can floods drown it.If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love,he would be utterly scorned.
8 We have a little sister.She has no breasts.What shall we do for our sisterin the day when she is to be spoken for?
9 If she is a wall,we will build on her a turret of silver.if she is a door,we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers,then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon.He leased out the vineyard to keepers.Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.
12 My own vineyard is before me.The thousand are for you, Solomon;two hundred for those who tend its fruit.
13 You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance,let me hear your voice!
14 Come away, my beloved!Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!