1Oh that you were like a brother to me who nursed from the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you, yes, and no one would despise me.
2I would lead you, bringing you into my mother’s house, who would instruct me. I would have you drink spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
3His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.
4I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up nor awaken love until it so desires.
Under the apple tree I aroused you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor and bore you.
6Set me as a seal on your heart, 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.
7Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.
8We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What will we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?
9If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
10I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.
11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He leased out the vineyard to keepers. Each was to bring 1,000 shekels of silver for its fruit.
12My own vineyard is before me. The 1,000 are for you, Solomon, 200 for those who tend its fruit.