1
If only you were to me like a brother,
who was nursed at my mother's breasts!
Then, if I found you outside,
I would kiss you,
and no one would despise me.
2
I would lead you
and bring you to my mother's house -
she who has taught me.
I would give you spiced wine to drink,
the nectar of my pomegranates.
3
His left arm is under my head
and his right arm embraces me.
4
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you:
Do not arouse or awaken love
until it so desires.
5
Who is this coming up from the wilderness
leaning on her beloved?
Under the apple tree I roused you;
there your mother conceived you,
there she who was in labor gave you birth.
6
Place me like a seal over your heart,
like a seal on your arm;
for love is as strong as death,
its jealousy 1 unyielding as the grave.
It burns like blazing fire,
like a mighty flame. 2
7
Many waters cannot quench love;
rivers cannot sweep it away.
If one were to give
all the wealth of one's house for love,
it 3 would be utterly scorned.