[1] ˻If˼ you were a baby, like my little brother nursing at his mother’s breasts, then if I found you outside, I could kiss you, and no one would say it was wrong!
[2] I would lead you into my mother’s house, to the room of she who taught me. I would give you spiced wine squeezed from my pomegranate.
[3] His left arm is under my head, and his right hand holds me.
[4] Women of Jerusalem, promise me, don’t wake love, don’t arouse love, until I am ready.
[5] Who is this woman coming from the desert, leaning on her lover? I woke you under the apple tree, where your mother bore you, where you were born.
[6] Keep me ˻near you˼ like a seal you wear over your heart, like a signet ring you wear on your hand. Love is as strong as death. Passion is as strong as the grave. Its sparks become a flame and it grows to become a great fire!
[7] A flood cannot put out love. Rivers cannot drown love. Would people despise a man for giving everything he owns for love!
[8] We have a little sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What should we do for our sister when a man comes asking to marry her.
[9] If she were a wall, we would put silver trim around her. If she were a door, we would put a cedar board around her.
[10] I am a wall, and my breasts are my towers. And he is satisfied with me!
[11] Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He put men in charge of that field of grapes. And each man brought in grapes worth 1,000 shekels of silver.
[12] Solomon, you can keep your 1,000 shekels. Give 200 shekels to each man for the grapes he brought. But I will keep my own field of grapes!
[13] There you sit, in the garden, friends are listening to your voice. Let me hear it too!
[14] Hurry, my lover. Be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spice!