8 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 ahouse of my mother,

She who used to instruct me.

I would cause you to drink of bspiced wine,

Of the juice of my pomegranate.

(To the Daughters of Jerusalem)

3 cHis left hand is under my head,

And his right hand embraces me.

4 dI charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

Do not stir up nor awaken love

Until it pleases.

Love Renewed in Lebanon

A Relative

5 eWho 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.

The Shulamite To Her Beloved

6 fSet me as a seal upon your heart,

As a seal upon your arm;

For love is as strong as death,

gJealousy as 1cruel as 2the grave;

Its flames are flames of fire,

3A most vehement flame.

7 Many waters cannot quench love,

Nor can the floods drown it.

hIf a man would give for love

All the wealth of his house,

It would be utterly despised.

The Shulamite’s Brothers

8 iWe have a little sister,

And she has no breasts.

What shall we do for our sister

In the day when she is spoken for?

9 If she is a wall,

We will build upon her

A battlement of silver;

And if she is a door,

We will enclose her

With boards of cedar.

The Shulamite

10 I am a wall,

And my breasts like towers;

Then I became in his eyes

As one who found peace.

11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon;

jHe leased the vineyard to keepers;

Everyone was to bring for its fruit

A thousand silver coins.

(To Solomon)

12 My own vineyard is before me.

You, O Solomon, may have a thousand,

And those who tend its fruit two hundred.

The Beloved

13 You who dwell in the gardens,

The companions listen for your voice—

kLet me hear it!

The Shulamite

14 lMake 4haste, my beloved,

And mbe like a gazelle

Or a young stag

On the mountains of spices.