I wish you were my brother, who nursed at my mother's breast; then, if I met you outdoors, I could kiss you, and no one would look down on me.
I would lead you and bring you to my mother's house, and she would instruct me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, fresh juice from my pomegranates.
His left arm would be under my head and his right arm around me.
I warn you, daughters of Yerushalayim, not to awaken or stir up love until it wants to arise!
[Chorus] Who is this, coming up from the desert, leaning on her darling? [He] I awakened you under the apple tree. It was there that your mother conceived you; there she who bore you conceived you.
[She] Set me like a seal on your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, passion as cruel as Sh'ol; its flashes are flashes of fire, [as fierce as the] flame of Yah.
No amount of water can quench love, torrents cannot drown it. If someone gave all the wealth in his house for love, he would gain only utter contempt.
[Chorus] We have a little sister; her breasts are still unformed. What are we to do with our sister when she is asked for in marriage?
If she is a wall, we will build on her a palace of silver; and if she is a door, we will enclose her with panels of cedar.
[She] I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; so in his view I am like one who brings peace.
Shlomo had a vineyard at Ba'al-Hamon, and he gave the vineyard to caretakers; each of them would pay for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.
My vineyard is mine; I tend it, myself. You can have the thousand, Shlomo, and the fruit-caretakers, two hundred!
[He] You who live in the garden, friends are listening for your voice. Let me hear it!
[She] - Flee, my darling! Be like a gazelle or young stag on the mountains of spices!