 1 Who could give you to me as my brother, who sucked my mother's breasts? When I find you outside, I would kiss you. Yes, they would not despise me. 2 I would lead you, and bring you into my mother's house. You would instruct me; I would cause you to drink spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate. 3 His left hand would be under my head, and His right embrace me. 4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, why should you stir up or awaken my Love until it pleases? 5 Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree. There your mother travailed with you. There she travailed and gave birth to you. 6 Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm. For love is strong as death. Jealousy is cruel as the grave. Its flames are flames of fire, a flame of the Lord. 7 Many waters cannot quench love, nor will the rivers overflow it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, it would be scorned. 8 We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for? 9 If she is a wall, we will build on her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar. 10 I was a wall, and my breasts like towers. Then I was in His eyes as one finding peace. 11 Solomon had a vineyard in Baalhamon. He let out the vineyard to keepers. Everyone for its fruit was to bring a thousand of silver. 12 My vineyard is before me. You, O Solomon, must have a thousand and for the keepers of its fruit, 200. 13 You who live in the gardens, the companions listen to your voice. Cause me to hear. 14 Hurry, my beloved, and be like a gazelle, or a young deer, the stag, on the mountains of spices.
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