¹ O that you wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find you without, I would kiss you; yes, I should not be despised. ² I would lead you, and bring you into my mother's house, who would instruct me: I would cause you 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 charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please. ⁵ Who is this that comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? I raised you up under the apple tree: there your mother brought you forward: there she brought you forward that bare 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: the coals of it are coals of fire, which has a most vehement flame. ⁷ Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, it would utterly be despised. ⁸ We have a little sister, and she has no breasts: what will we do for our sister in the day when she will be spoken for? ⁹ If she be a wall, we will build on her a palace 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 towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour. ¹¹ Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon he let out the vineyard to keepers every one for the fruit of it was to bring a thousand pieces of silver. ¹² My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit of it two hundred. ¹³ you that dwells in the gardens, the companions listen to your voice: cause me to hear [it]. ¹⁴ Make haste, my beloved, and be like to a roe or to a young hart on the mountains of spices.