| 1 |
Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! `When' I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; Yea, and none would despise me. |
| 2 |
I would lead thee, `and' bring thee into my mother's house, Who would instruct me; I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate. |
| 3 |
His left hand `should be' under my head, And his right hand should embrace me. |
| 4 |
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, That ye stir not up, nor awake `my' love, Until he please. |
| 5 |
Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple-tree I awakened thee: There thy mother was in travail with thee, There was she in travail that brought thee forth. |
| 6 |
Set me as a seal upon thy heart, As a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as Sheol; The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, A very flame of Jehovah. |
| 7 |
Many waters cannot quench love, Neither can floods drown it: If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, He would utterly be contemned. |
| 8 |
We have a little sister, And she hath no breasts: What shall we do for our sister In the day when she shall be spoken for? |
| 9 |
If she be a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver: And if she be a door, We will inclose her with boards of cedar. |
| 10 |
I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers `thereof' Then was I in his eyes as one that found peace. |
| 11 |
Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; He let out the vineyard unto keepers; Every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand `pieces' of silver. |
| 12 |
My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: Thou, O Solomon, shalt have the thousand, And those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred. |
| 13 |
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken for thy voice: Cause me to hear it. |
| 14 |
Make haste, my beloved, And be thou like to a roe or to a young hart Upon the mountains of spices. |
