1O that you were like a brother to me,

who nursed at my mother’s breast!

If I met you outside, I would kiss you,

and no one would despise me.

2I would lead you and bring you

into my mother’s house

and into the chamber of the one who bore me.t

I would give you spiced wine to drink,

from the juice of my pomegranates.*

3O that his left hand were under my head

and that his right hand embraced me!*

4I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

do not stir up or awaken love

until it is ready!*

5Who is that coming up from the wilderness,

leaning upon her beloved?

Under the apple tree I awakened you.

There your mother was in labor with you;

there she who bore you was in labor.*

6Set me as a seal upon your heart,

as a seal upon your arm,

for love is strong as death,

passion fierce as the grave.

Its flashes are flashes of fire,

a raging flame.*

7Many waters cannot quench love,

neither can floods drown it.

If one offered for love

all the wealth of one’s house,

itu would be utterly scorned.

8We have a little sister,

and she has no breasts.

What shall we do for our sister,

on the day when she is spoken for?*

9If she is a wall,

we will build upon her a battlement of silver,

but if she is a door,

we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

10I was a wall,

and my breasts were like towers;

then I was in his eyes

as one who bringsv peace.

11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon;

he entrusted the vineyard to keepers;

each one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.*

12My vineyard, my very own, is for myself;

you, O Solomon, may have the thousand

and the keepers of the fruit two hundred!

13O you who dwell in the gardens,

my companions are listening for your voice;

let me hear it.*

14Make haste, my beloved,

and be like a gazelle

or a young stag

upon the mountains of spices!*