LEB(i)
1 ⌊How I wish that you were my little brother⌋,** who nursed ⌊upon my mother's breasts⌋!* If ⌊I met you outside⌋,* I would kiss you, ⌊and no one would despise me⌋!*
2 ⌊I would surely bring you⌋** to the house of my mother, ⌊who would surely teach me⌋;* ⌊I would give you spiced wine to drink⌋,* the ⌊sweet wine⌋* of my pomegranates.*
3 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces* me.
4 I adjure you, ⌊O maidens of Jerusalem⌋,* do not* arouse or awaken love until it pleases!*
5 Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you; there your mother ⌊conceived you⌋;* there she who was in labor gave birth to you.
6 Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death; passion is fierce as Sheol; its flashes are flashes of fire; it is a blazing flame.
7 Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away.* If a man were to give all the wealth of his house ⌊for love⌋,* he would be utterly scorned.*
8 ⌊We have a little sister⌋,* ⌊and she does not yet have any breasts⌋.* What should we do for our sister ⌊on the day when she is betrothed⌋?**
9 If she is a wall, ⌊we will adorn her with a turret of silver⌋;** but if she is a door, we will barricade her with boards of cedar.*
10 I was a wall, and my breasts were like the towers, ⌊so my betrothed viewed me with great delight⌋.*
11 ⌊Solomon had a vineyard⌋* at Baal-hamon; ⌊he entrusted his vineyard to the keepers⌋;* ⌊people paid a thousand silver pieces for its fruit⌋.*
12 ⌊My own "vineyard" belongs to me⌋;* the "thousand" are for you, O Solomon, ⌊and "two hundred" for those who tend its fruit⌋.*
13 O you who dwell in the garden, my companions are listening to your voice. Let me hear it!
14 Flee, my beloved! ⌊Be like a gazelle⌋* or ⌊a young stag⌋* upon ⌊the perfumed mountains⌋!*