1
Oh, that you were like a brother to me, who nursed at my mother’s breasts. If I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.
2
I would lead you and bring you into the house of my mother, she who instructed me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, from the juice of my pomegranate.
3
His left hand is beneath my head, and his right hand embraces me.
4
I adjure you, O daughters of Yerushalayim: do not awaken or stir up love until it desires.
5
Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother was in labor 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, jealousy unyielding as Sheol. Its flames are flames of fire, a mighty flame of Yahuah.
7
Many waters cannot extinguish love, nor can rivers sweep it away. If an ish gave all the wealth of his house for love, it would be utterly despised.
8
We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister on the day when she is spoken for?
9
If she is a wall, we shall build upon her a battlement of silver. And if she is a door, we shall enclose her with a board of cedar.
10
I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. Then I became in his eyes like one who finds shalom.
11
Shəlomah had a vineyard at Ba’al-Hamon. He entrusted the vineyard to keepers. Each was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.
12
My own vineyard is before me. The thousand belongs to you, Shəlomah, and two hundred to those who guard its fruit.
13
You who dwell in the gardens, the companions listen for your voice. Let me hear it.
14
Flee, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of spices.