Song of Solomon 8

1 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.
2 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.
3 His left arm would be under my head and his right arm around me.
4 I warn you, daughters of Yerushalayim, not to awaken or stir up love until it wants to arise!
5 [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.
6 [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.
7 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.
8 [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?
9 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.
10 [She] I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; so in his view I am like one who brings peace.
11 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.
12 My vineyard is mine; I tend it, myself. You can have the thousand, Shlomo, and the fruit-caretakers, two hundred!
13 [He] You who live in the garden, friends are listening for your voice. Let me hear it!
14 [She] - Flee, my darling! Be like a gazelle or young stag on the mountains of spices!