OH, that you were like my brother, who nursed at my mothers breasts! If I should find you outside, I would kiss you; I would not be despised.

2 I would lead you and bring you into the house of my mother, she who used to instruct me. I would cause you to drink of spiced wine, of the juice of my pomergranate.

3 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.

4 I charge you, O daugher of Jerusalem, do not stir up nor awaken love until it pleases.

5 Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree. There your mother brought you forth; there she who bore you brought you forth.

6 Set me as a seal upon you heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is as strong as death, jealousy as cruel as the grave; its flams are flames of fire, a most vehement flame.

7 Many waters cannot quench love, nor can the floods drown it. If a man would give for love all the wealth of his house, it would be utterly despised.

8 We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is spoken for?

9 If she is a wall, we will build upon he a battlement of silver; and if she is a door, we will enclose her with broads of cedar.

10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers; then I became in his eyes like towers; then I became  in his eyes as one who found peace.

11 Solomen had a vineyard at Baal Hamon; he leased he vineyard to keepers; everyone was to bring for its fruit a thousand silver coins.

12 My own vineyard is before me. You, O Solomen, may have a thousand, and those who tend its fruit two hundred.

13 You who dwell in the gardens, the companions listen for you voice - let me hear it!

14 Make haste, my beloved, and be lke a gazelleor a young stag on the mountains of spices. SONG OF SOLOMEN 8