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| [1]Who doth make thee as a brother to me, Sucking the breasts of my mother? I find thee without, I kiss thee, Yea, they do not despise me, |
[1]Oh that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! When I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, and none would despise me. |
| [2]I lead thee, I bring thee in unto my mother's house, She doth teach me, I cause thee to drink of the perfumed wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate, |
[2]I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, that thou mightest instruct me; I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate. |
| [3]His left hand [is] under my head, And his right doth embrace me. |
[3]His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me. |
| [4]I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please! |
[4]'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem: Why should ye awaken, or stir up love, until it please?' |
| [5]Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge [that] bare thee. |
[5]Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple-tree I awakened thee; there thy mother was in travail with thee; there was she in travail and brought thee forth. |
| [6]Set me as a seal on thy heart, as a seal on thine arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of Jah! |
[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; the flashes thereof are flashes of fire, a very flame of 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇. |
| [7]Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one give all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down -- they tread upon it. |
[7]Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it; if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, he would utterly be contemned. |
| [8]We have a little sister, and breasts she hath not, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her? |
[8]We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts; what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for? |
| [9]If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar. |
[9]If she be a wall, we will build upon her a turret of silver; and if she be a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar. |
| [10]I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace. |
[10]I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers thereof; then was I in his eyes as one that found peace. |
| [11]Solomon hath a vineyard in Baal-Hamon, He hath given the vineyard to keepers, Each bringeth for its fruit a thousand silverlings; |
[11]Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he gave over the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof brought in a thousand pieces of silver. |
| [12]My vineyard -- my own -- is before me, The thousand [is] for thee, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens! |
[12]My vineyard, which is mine, is before me; thou, O Solomon, shalt have the thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred. |
| [13]The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe, |
[13]Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken for thy voice: 'Cause me to hear it.' |
| [14]Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices! |
[14]Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a gazelle or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices. |