1 I would that thou, O my kinsman, wert he that sucked the breasts of my mother ; when I found thee without, I would kiss thee ; yea, they should not despise me.
2 I would take thee, I would bring thee into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me ; I would make thee to drink of spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranates.
3 His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
4 I have charged you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the virtues of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.
5 Who is this that comes up all white, leaning on her kinsman ? I raised thee up under an apple-tree ; there thy mother brought thee forth ; there she that bore thee brought thee forth.
6 Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm ; for love is strong as death ; jealousy is cruel as the grave, her shafts are shafts of fire, even the flames thereof.
7 Much water will not be able to quench love, and rivers shall not drown it ; if a man would give all his substance for love, men would utterly despise it.
8 Our sister is little, and has no breasts ; what shall we do for our sister, in the day wherein she shall be spoken for ?
9 If she is a wall, let us build upon her silver bulwarks ; and if she is a door, let us carve for her cedar panels.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers ; I was in their eyes as one that found peace.
11 Solomon had a vineyard in Beelamon ; he let his vineyard to keepers ; every one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.
12 My vineyard, even mine, is before me ; Solomon shall have a thousand, and they that keep its fruit two hundred.
13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice : make me hear it.
14 Away, my kinsman, and be like a doe or a fawn on the mountains of spices.