1If only you were like my brother, who nursed from my mother's breasts! If I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would think less of me.
2I would lead you and bring you into my mother's house, where she would teach me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, made from the juice of my pomegranates.
3His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand would embrace me.
4I urge you, young women of Jerusalem, do not stir up or awaken love until it is ready.
5Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you; there your mother conceived you and gave birth to you.
6Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy as unyielding as the grave. It burns like a blazing fire, like a mighty flame of Yahweh.
7Many waters cannot extinguish love; floods cannot drown it. If a man offered all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.
8We have a little sister who is not yet developed. What will we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for?
9If she is like a wall, we will build a silver turret on her. If she is like a door, we will enclose her with cedar boards.
10I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. So, in his eyes, I was like one who found peace.
11Solomon owned a vineyard in Baal Hamon. He leased it out to caretakers, and each one was to bring a thousand silver shekels for its fruit.
12My own vineyard is here before me. You, Solomon, can have the thousand, and the caretakers of its fruit can have two hundred.
13You who live in the gardens, with friends listening, let me hear your voice!
14Come quickly, my love! Be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains full of spices!