1. Oh, that you were like my brother,Who nursed at my mother’s breasts!If I should find you outside,I would kiss you;I would not be despised.
2. I would lead you and bring youInto the house of my mother,She who used to instruct me.I would cause you to drink of spiced wine,Of the juice of my pomegranate.
3. His left hand is under my head,And his right hand embraces me.
4. I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,Do not stir up nor awaken loveUntil it pleases.