1 O that you were to me like a brother who nursed at my mother’s breasts! If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me. | C | TOSK |
2 I would lead you and bring you to the house of my mother who taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates. | C | TOSK |
3 His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me. | C | TOSK |
4 O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right. | C | TOSK |
5 Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? I roused you under the apple tree; there your mother conceived you; there she travailed and brought you forth. | C | TOSK |
6 Set me as a seal over your heart, as a seal upon your arm. For love is as strong as death, its jealousy as unrelenting as Sheol. Its sparks are fiery flames, the fiercest blaze of all. | IP | C | TOSK |
7 Mighty waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away. If a man were to give all the wealth of his house for love, his offer would be utterly scorned. | C | TOSK |
8 We have a little sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What shall we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for? | C | TOSK |
9 If she is a wall, we will build a tower of silver upon her. If she is a door, we will enclose her with panels of cedar. | TOSK |
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. So I have become in his eyes like one who brings peace. | TOSK |
11 Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon. He leased it to the tenants. For its fruit, each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver. | TOSK |
12 But my own vineyard is mine to give; the thousand shekels are for you, O Solomon, and two hundred are for those who tend its fruit. | TOSK |
13 You who dwell in the gardens, my companions are listening for your voice. Let me hear it! | TOSK |
14 Come away, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices. | TOSK |