1
If only I could treat you like my brother,[a] one who nursed at my mother's breasts, I would find you in public and kiss you, and no one would scorn me.
1
If only I could treat you like my brother, one who nursed at my mother's breasts, I would find you in public and kiss you, and no one would scorn me.
2
I would lead you, I would take you, to the house of my mother who taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink from my pomegranate juice.
3
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
4
Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you: do not stir up or awaken love until the appropriate time.
5
Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on the one she loves? I awakened you under the apricot tree. There your mother conceived you; there she conceived and gave you birth.