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1 O that you were like a brother to me, Who nursed at my mother's breasts! If I found you outside, I would kiss you, And none would despise me.
2 I would lead you and bring you Into my mother's house, Who has instructed me; I would make you drink spiced wine From the juice of my pomegranate.
3 His left hand would be under my head, And his right hand would embrace me.
4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, Do not rouse up or awaken my love Until she pleases.
5 Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, Leaning on her beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree: There your mother was in labor with you; There she was in labor and brought you forth.
6 Set me as a seal on your heart, As a seal on your arm; For love is as strong as death, Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol; Its flashes are the flashes of fire, A flame of Jehovah.
7 Many waters cannot quench love, Nor do floods drown it. If a man gave all the substance of his house for love, It would be utterly despised.
8 We have a little sister, And she has no breasts: What shall we do for our sister On the day when she is spoken for?
9 If she is a wall, We will build on her a battlement of silver; And if she is a door, We will enclose her with boards of cedar.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; Then I was in his eyes like one who has found peace.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon: He let out the vineyard to keepers; Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.
12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me. You will have the thousand, O Solomon; And those who keep its fruit, two hundred.
13 O you who dwell in the gardens, My companions listen for your voice; Let me hear it.
14 Make haste, my beloved, And be like a gazelle or a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.