1	O that you were like a brother to me, who nursed at my mother’s breast! If I met 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, and into the chamber of the one who bore me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the juice of my pomegranates.
3	O that his left hand were under my head, and that his right hand embraced me!
4	I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not stir up or awaken love until it is ready!
5	Who is that 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, passion fierce as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a raging flame.
7	Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If one offered for love all the wealth of one’s house, it would be utterly scorned.
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 will build upon her a battlement of silver; but if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
10	I was a wall, and my breasts were like towers; then I was in his eyes as one who brings peace.
11	Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he entrusted the vineyard to keepers; each one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.
12	My vineyard, my very own, is for myself; you, O Solomon, may have the thousand, and the keepers of the fruit two hundred!
13	O you who dwell in the gardens, my companions are listening for your voice; let me hear it.
14	Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of spices!