1 “Oh that you were like a brother to me
Who nursed at my mother’s breasts.
If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you;
No one would despise me, either.
Into the house of my mother, who used to instruct me;
I would give you spiced wine to drink from the juice of my pomegranates.
And his right hand embrace me.”
Do not arouse or awaken my love
Until she pleases.”
Leaning on her beloved?”
“Beneath the apple tree I awakened you;
There your mother was in labor with you,
There she was in labor and gave you birth.
Like a seal on your arm.
For love is as strong as death,
Jealousy is as severe as Sheol;
Its flashes are flashes of fire,
The very flame of the LORD.
Nor will rivers overflow it;
If a man were to give all the riches of his house for love,
It would be utterly despised.”
And she has no breasts;
What shall we do for our sister
On the day when she is spoken for?
We will build on her a battlement of silver;
But if she is a door,
We will barricade her with planks of cedar.”
Then I became in his eyes as one who finds peace.
He entrusted the vineyard to caretakers.
Each one was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.
The thousand shekels are for you, Solomon,
And two hundred are for those who take care of its fruit.”
My companions are listening for your voice —
Let me hear it!”
And be like a gazelle or a young stag
On the mountains of spices.”