1 If only you were a brother to me, who nursed at my mother's breasts! Then if I met you outdoors I would kiss you, and none would think less of me.
2 I would lead you and bring you to my mother's house, she who would teach me; I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.
3 His left hand is beneath my head, and his right hand holds me close.
4 I make you swear, daughters of Jerusalem: why stir up or awaken love until it pleases?
5 Who is this coming up from the desert, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I roused you; there your mother travailed with you, there she who bore you was in labor.
6 Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death, its jealousy relentless as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, the very flame of the LORD.
7 Many waters cannot quench love, and rivers cannot sweep it away. If a man offered all the wealth of his house for love, he would be scorned with contempt.
8 We have a little sister, and she has no breasts yet. What shall we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for?
9 If she is a wall, we will build a silver battlement upon her; but if she is a door, we will board her up with planks of cedar.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; so in his eyes I became like one who finds peace.
11 Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon; he leased out the vineyard to tenants; each was to pay a thousand pieces of silver for its fruit.
12 My vineyard, my very own, is in front of me. The thousand are for you, Solomon, and two hundred for those who tend its fruit.
13 You who sit in the gardens, friends are listening for your voice; let me hear it.
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.