who nursed from the breasts of my mother!
If I found you outside, I would kiss you,
yes, and no one would despise me.
bringing you into my mother’s house,
who would instruct me.
I would have you drink spiced wine
of the juice of my pomegranate.
His right hand would embrace me.
that you not stir up nor awaken love
until it so desires.Friends
leaning on her beloved?Beloved
Under the apple tree I aroused you.
There your mother conceived you.
There she was in labor and bore you.
as a seal on your arm;
for love is strong as death.
Passion is as fierce as Sheol.
Its flashes are flashes of fire,
a very flame of Yahweh.
neither can floods drown it.
If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love,
he would be utterly scorned.Friends
She has no breasts.
What will we do for our sister
in the day when she is to be spoken for?
we will build on her a turret of silver.
If she is a door,
we will enclose her with boards of cedar.Beloved
and my breasts like towers,
then I was in his eyes
like one who found peace.
He leased out the vineyard to keepers.
Each was to bring 1,000 shekels
of silver for its fruit.
The 1,000 are for you, Solomon,
200 for those who tend its fruit.Lover
with friends in attendance,
let me hear your voice!Beloved
Be like a gazelle
or a young stag
on the mountains of spices!