1 O that you wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! When I should find you outside, I would kiss you; yea, I should not be despised.
2 I would lead you, and bring you into my mother’s house, who would instruct me: I would cause you to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
3 His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem (Yerushalayim), that you stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.
5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised you up under the apple tree; there your mother brought you forth; there she brought you forth that bare you.
6 Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave; the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.
7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
8 We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver; and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers; then was I in his eyes as one that found favor.
11 Solomon (Shelomoh) had a vineyard at Baal Hamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me. You, O Solomon (Shelomoh), must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
13 You that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to your voice; cause me to hear it.
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be you like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.