1Oh that you were as my brother, who sucked my mother's breasts? When I find You outside, I would kiss You; yea, none would despise me.

2I would lead You, and bring You into my mother's house. You would instruct me; I would cause You to drink spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.

3His left hand would be under my head, and His right hand would embrace me.

4I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, why should you stir up or awaken love until it pleases?

5Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her Beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree; there your mother was in travail with you; there she was in travail and brought you forth.

6Set me as a seal on Your heart, as a seal on Your arm; for love is as strong as death. Jealousy is cruel as the grave; its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of the LORD.

7Many waters cannot quench love, nor can the rivers overflow it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, it would be scorned.

8We 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?

9If she is a wall, we will build upon her a turret of silver; and if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

10I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; thus I have become in His eyes as one finding peace.

11Solomon had a vineyard in Baal Hamon; he let out the vineyard to keepers; everyone for its fruit was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.

12My vineyard, which is mine, is before me; you, O Solomon, shall have the thousand, and for the keepers of its fruit, two hundred.

13You who dwell in the gardens, the companions listen for your voice--cause Me to hear it!

14Hurry, my Beloved, and be like a gazelle, or a young deer, the stag, on the mountains of spices.