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 labor and bore you.