1 Who could give You to me as my brother, who sucked my mother's breasts? When I find You outside, I would kiss You; yea, they would not despise me.
2 I would lead You, and bring You into my mother's house. You would instruct me; I would cause You to drink spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
3 His left hand would be under my head, and His right embrace me.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, why should you stir up or awaken my Love until it pleases?
5 Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her Beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree; there your mother travailed with you; there she travailed and bore you.
6 Set me as a seal on Your heart, as a seal on Your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is cruel as the grave; its flames are flames of fire, a flame of Jehovah.
7 Many waters cannot quench love, nor will the rivers overflow it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, it would be scorned.
8 We have a little sister, and she has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
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 boards of cedar.