If only you were to me like a brother, who was nursed at my mother's breasts! Then, if I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.
I would lead you and bring you to my mother's house1-- she who has taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.
His left arm is under my head and his right arm embraces me.24
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.3
Who is this coming up from the desert4 leaning on her lover? Under the apple tree I roused you; there your mother conceived5 you, there she who was in labor gave you birth.
Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love6 is as strong as death, its jealousya7 unyielding as the grave.b It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame.c7
Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot wash it away. If one were to give all the wealth of his house for love, itd would be utterly scorned.8
We have a young sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What shall we do for our sister for the day she is spoken for?
If she is a wall, we will build towers of silver on her. If she is a door, we will enclose her with panels of cedar.