1 Oh, I wish you were my brother,
who nursed at my mother’s breasts.
Then I could kiss you no matter who was watching,
and no one would criticize me.
and there you would teach me.a
I would give you spiced wine to drink,
my sweet pomegranate wine.
and your right arm would embrace me.
not to awaken love until the time is right.b
Young Women of Jerusalem
leaning on her lover?
Young Woman
I aroused you under the apple tree,
where your mother gave you birth,
where in great pain she delivered you.
like a seal on your arm.
For love is as strong as death,
its jealousyc as enduring as the grave.d
Love flashes like fire,
the brightest kind of flame.
nor can rivers drown it.
If a man tried to buy love
with all his wealth,
his offer would be utterly scorned.
The Young Woman’s Brothers
too young to have breasts.
What will we do for our sister
if someone asks to marry her?
we will protect her with a silver tower.
But if she is promiscuous, like a swinging door,
we will block her door with a cedar bar.
Young Woman
now my breasts are like towers.
When my lover looks at me,
he is delighted with what he sees.
which he leases out to tenant farmers.
Each of them pays a thousand pieces of silver
for harvesting its fruit.
and Solomon need not pay a thousand pieces of silver.
But I will give two hundred pieces
to those who care for its vines.
Young Man
your companions are fortunate to hear your voice.
Let me hear it, too!
Young Woman
or a young stag on the mountains of spices.