1 Oh that some one would make thee as my brother that hath sucked my mothers breasts! should I then find thee without, I would kiss thee; and yet, people would not despise me.
2 I would lead thee, I would bring thee into my mothers house, thou shouldst teach me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, of the sweet juice of my pomegranate.
3 Oh that his left hand might be under my head, and that his right hand might embrace me.
4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, why will ye awaken, and why will ye excite my love, until it please to come of itself?
5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her friend?Under the appletree have I waked thee up; there thy mother brought thee forth; there brought thee forth she that bore thee.
6 Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thy arm; for strong as death is love; violent like the nether world is jealousy; its heat is the heat of fire, a flame of God.
7 Many waters are not able to quench love, nor can the rivers flood it away: if a man were to give all the wealth of his house for love, men would utterly despise him.
8 We have a little sister, and she hath yet no breasts: what shall we do for our sister on the day when she shall be spoken for?
9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favor.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he had given up the vineyard unto the keepers; every one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.
12 My vineyard, which was mine, was before me: thine, O Solomon, be the thousand, and let two hundred be for those that keep its fruit.
13 "Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions listen for thy voice: oh let me hear it."
14 Flee away, my friend, and be thou like the roebuck, or the fawn of the hinds, upon the mountain of spices.