1. If only it could be as with a brother, As if you had nursed at my mother's breast: Then I could kiss you When I met you in the street, And no one would despise me.
2. I would lead you, I would bring you To the house of my mother, Of her who taught me -- I would let you drink of the spiced wine, Of my pomegranate juice.
3. His left hand was under my head, His right hand caressed me.
4. I adjure you, O maidens of Jerusalem: Do not wake or rouse Love until it please!
5. Who is she that comes up from the desert, Leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I roused you; It was there your mother conceived you, There she who bore you conceived you.
6. Let me be a seal upon your heart, Like the seal upon your hand. For love is fierce as death, Passion is mighty as Sheol; Its darts are darts of fire, A blazing flame.
7. Vast floods cannot quench love, Nor rivers drown it. If a man offered all his wealth for love, He would be laughed to scorn.
8. "We have a little sister, Whose breasts are not yet formed. What shall we do for our sister When she is spoken for?
9. If she be a wall, We will build upon it a silver battlement; If she be a door, We will panel it in cedar."
10. I am a wall, My breasts are like towers. So I became in his eyes As one who finds favor.
11. Solomon had a vineyard In Baal-hamon. He had to post guards in the vineyard: A man would give for its fruit A thousand pieces of silver.
12. I have my very own vineyard: You may have the thousand, O Solomon, And the guards of the fruit two hundred!
13. O you who linger in the garden, A lover is listening; Let me hear your voice.
14. "Hurry, my beloved, Swift as a gazelle or a young stag, To the hills of spices!"
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