If only I could treat you like my brother,J

one who nursed at my mother’s breasts,

I would find you in public and kiss you,

and no one would scorn me.

2 I would lead you, I would take you,

to the house of my motheru who taught me.K

I would give you spiced wine to drink

from the juice of my pomegranate.

3 May his left hand be under my head,

and his right arm embrace me.v

4 Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you,

do not stir up or awaken love

until the appropriate time.a