1. How I wish that you were my little brother, who nursed upon my mother’s breasts! If I met you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me!
2. I would surely bring you to the house of my mother, who would surely teach me; I would give you spiced wine to drink, the sweet wine of my pomegranates.
3. His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
4. I adjure you, O maidens of Jerusalem, do not arouse or awaken love until it pleases!
5. Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you; there your mother conceived you; there she who was in labor gave birth to you.