1. Oh, how I wish you were my little brother,nursing at my mother’s breasts;if I saw you outside, I could kiss you – surely no one would despise me!
2. I would lead you and bring you to my mother’s house,the one who taught me.I would give you spiced wine to drink,the nectar of my pomegranates.
3. His left hand caresses my head,and his right hand stimulates me.
4. I admonish you, O maidens of Jerusalem:“Do not arouse or awaken love until it pleases!”
5. Who is this coming up from the desert,leaning on her beloved?Under the apple tree I aroused you;there your mother conceived you,there she who bore you was in labor of childbirth.
6. Set me like a cylinder seal over your heart,like a signet on your arm.For love is as strong as death,passion is as unrelenting as Sheol.Its flames burst forth,it is a blazing flame.
7. Surging waters cannot quench love;floodwaters cannot overflow it.If someone were to offer all his possessions to buy love,the offer would be utterly despised.
8. We have a little sister,and as yet she has no breasts.What shall we do for our sisteron the day when she is spoken for?
9. If she is a wall,we will build on her a battlement of silver;but if she is a door,we will barricade her with boards of cedar.
10. I was a wall,and my breasts were like fortress towers.Then I found favor in his eyes.
11. Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-Hamon;he leased out the vineyard to those who maintained it.Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.
12. My vineyard, which belongs to me, is at my disposal alone.The thousand shekels belong to you, O Solomon,and two hundred shekels belong to those who maintain it for its fruit.
13. O you who stay in the gardens,my companions are listening attentively for your voice;let me be the one to hear it!
14. Make haste, my beloved!Be like a gazelle or a young stagon the mountains of spices.