1. O, that you were like a brother to me, who nursed at my mother’s breasts. If I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.
2. I would lead you and bring you into my mother’s house— she who has taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink from the nectar of my pomegranate.
3. O that his left hand were under my head, and his right hand embraced me.
4. I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, Do not arouse or awaken love until it so delights.