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1    The Beloved to Her Lover: 
Oh, how I wish you were my little brother, 
nursing at my mother’s breasts; 
if I saw you outside, I could kiss you – 
surely no one would despise me! 
2  I would lead you and bring you to my mother’s house, 
the one who taught me.  
I would give you spiced wine to drink, 
the nectar of my pomegranates. 
Double Refrain: Embracing and Adjuration 
3    The Beloved about Her Lover: 
His left hand caresses my head, 
and his right hand stimulates me. 
4   The Beloved to the Maidens: 
I admonish you, O maidens of Jerusalem: 
“Do not arouse or awaken love until it pleases!” 
The Awakening of Love 
5    The Maidens about His Beloved: 
Who is this coming up from the desert, 
leaning on her beloved? 
The Beloved to Her Lover: 
Under the apple tree I aroused you;  
there your mother conceived you, 
there she who bore you was in labor of childbirth. 
The Nature of True Love 
6    The Beloved to Her Lover: 
Set me like a cylinder seal over your heart, 
like a signet on your arm. 
For love is as strong as death, 
passion is as unrelenting as Sheol. 
Its flames burst forth, 
it is a blazing flame. 
7  Surging waters cannot quench love; 
floodwaters cannot overflow it. 
If someone were to offer all his possessions to buy love, 
the offer would be utterly despised. 
The Brother’s Plan and the Sister’s Reward 
8    The Beloved’s Brothers: 
We have a little sister, 
and as yet 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; 
but if she is a door, 
we will barricade her with boards of cedar. 
10   The Beloved: 
I was a wall, 
and my breasts were like fortress towers. 
Then I found favor in his eyes. 
Solomon’s Vineyard and the Beloved’s Vineyard 
11    The Beloved to Her Lover: 
Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-Hamon; 
he leased out the vineyard to those who maintained it. 
Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit. 
12  My vineyard, which belongs to me, is at my disposal alone.  
The thousand shekels belong to you, O Solomon, 
and two hundred shekels belong to those who maintain it for its fruit. 
Epilogue: The Lover’s Request and His Beloved’s Invitation 
13    The Lover to His Beloved: 
O you who stay in the gardens, 
my companions are listening attentively for your voice; 
let me be the one to hear it! 
14   The Beloved to Her Lover: 
Make haste, my beloved! 
Be like a gazelle or a young stag 
on the mountains of spices.