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. <sup>2</sup> 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 unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame. 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 would be utterly scorned. ⁸ We have a little sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What shall we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for?