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1O that you were like a brother to me,
who nursed at my mother’s breast!
If I met you outside, I would kiss you,
and no one would despise me.
2I would lead you and bring you[#Song 3.4]
into my mother’s house
and into the chamber of the one who bore me.
I would give you spiced wine to drink,
from the juice of my pomegranates.
3O that his left hand were under my head[#Song 2.6]
and that his right hand embraced me!
4I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,[#Song 2.7; 3.5]
do not stir up or awaken love
until it is ready!
5Who is that coming up from the wilderness,[#Song 2.3; 3.6]
leaning upon her beloved?
Under the apple tree I awakened you.
There your mother was in labor with you;
there she who bore you was in labor.
6Set me as a seal upon your heart,[#Prov 6.34; Isa 49.16; Jer 22.24; Hag 2.23]
as a seal upon your arm,
for love is strong as death,
passion fierce as the grave.
Its flashes are flashes of fire,
a raging flame.
7Many waters cannot quench love,
neither can floods drown it.
If one offered for love
all the wealth of one’s house,
it would be utterly scorned.
8We have a little sister,[#Ezek 16.7]
and she has no breasts.
What shall we do for our sister,
on the day when she is spoken for?
9If she is a wall,
we will build upon her a battlement of silver,
but if she is a door,
we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
10I was a wall,
and my breasts were like towers;
then I was in his eyes
as one who brings peace.
11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon;[#Eccl 2.4; Song 1.6; 2.3; Isa 7.23; Mt 21.33]
he entrusted the vineyard to keepers;
each one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.
12My vineyard, my very own, is for myself;
you, O Solomon, may have the thousand
and the keepers of the fruit two hundred!
13O you who dwell in the gardens,[#Song 1.7; 2.14]
my companions are listening for your voice;
let me hear it.
14Make haste, my beloved,[#Song 2.17; 4.6]
and be like a gazelle
or a young stag
upon the mountains of spices!