Oh, that you were like my brother,
Who nursed at my mother's breasts!
If I should find you outside,
I would kiss you;
I would not be despised. 2 I would lead you and bring you
Into the a house of my mother,
She who used to instruct me.
I would cause you to drink of b spiced wine,
Of the juice of my pomegranate.
c His left hand is under my head,
And his right hand embraces me. 4 d I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
Do not stir up nor awaken love
Until it pleases.
e Who is this coming up from the wilderness,
Leaning upon her beloved?
I awakened you under the apple tree.
There your mother brought you forth;
There she who bore you brought you forth.
f Set me as a seal upon your heart,
As a seal upon your arm;
For love is as strong as death,
g Jealousy as 1 cruel as 2 the grave;
Its flames are flames of fire,
3 A most vehement flame. 7 Many waters cannot quench love,
Nor can the floods drown it.
h If a man would give for love
All the wealth of his house,
It would be utterly despised.