1 O that you were as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find you without, I would kiss you; yes, I should not be despised.
2 I would lead you, and bring you into my mother' house, who would instruct me: I would cause you to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
3 His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.
5 Who is this that comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? I raised you up under the apple tree: there your mother brought you forth: there she brought you forth that bore you.
6 Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which has a most vehement flame.
7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
8 We have a little sister, and she has no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
9 If she be a wall, we will build on 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 like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favor.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard to keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
13 You that dwell in the gardens, the companions listen to your voice: cause me to hear it.
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be you like to a roe or to a young hart on the mountains of spices.
1 Oh, that you were like my brother, who nursed at my mothers breasts! If I should find you outside, I would kiss you; I would not be despised.
2 I would lead you and bring you into my mothers house, to teach me; I would cause you to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
3 To the Daughters of Jerusalem: His left hand under my head, and his right hand embracing me.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem: Do not stir up nor awaken love until it pleases.
5 A Relative: Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree. There your mother travailed with you; there she travailed with you and bore you.
6 Shulamite to Her Beloved: Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is as strong as death, jealousy as cruel as Sheol; its flames are flames of fire, a flame of YAH.
7 Many waters cannot quench love, nor can the rivers overflow it. If a man would give for love all the wealth of his house, it would be despised with contempt.
8 Relatives: We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is spoken for?
9 If she is a wall, we will build upon her a battlement of silver; and if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
10 Shulamite: I am a wall, and my breasts like towers; then I was in his eyes as one who found peace.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon; he leased the vineyard to keepers; everyone was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.
12 To Solomon: My own vineyard is before me. You, O Solomon, may have a thousand, and those who tend its fruit two hundred.
13 The Beloved: You who dwell in the gardens, the companions listen for your voice; let me hear it!
14 Shulamite: Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.