1˻If˼ you were a baby, like my little brother nursing at his mother’s breasts, then if I found you outside, I could kiss you, and no one would say it was wrong! 2I would lead you into my mother’s house, to the room of she who taught me. I would give you spiced wine squeezed from my pomegranate. 3His left arm is under my head, and his right hand holds me. 4Women of Jerusalem, promise me, don’t wake love, don’t arouse love, until I am ready. 5Who is this woman coming from the desert, leaning on her lover? I woke you under the apple tree, where your mother bore you, where you were born. 6Keep me ˻near you˼ like a seal you wear over your heart, like a signet ring you wear on your hand. Love is as strong as death. Passion is as strong as the grave. Its sparks become a flame and it grows to become a great fire! 7A flood cannot put out love. Rivers cannot drown love. Would people despise a man for giving everything he owns for love! 8We have a little sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What should we do for our sister when a man comes asking to marry her. 9If she were a wall, we would put silver trim around her. If she were a door, we would put a cedar board around her. 10I am a wall, and my breasts are my towers. And he is satisfied with me! 11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He put men in charge of that field of grapes. And each man brought in grapes worth 1,000 shekels of silver. 12Solomon, you can keep your 1,000 shekels. Give 200 shekels to each man for the grapes he brought. But I will keep my own field of grapes! 13There you sit, in the garden, friends are listening to your voice. Let me hear it too! 14Hurry, my lover. Be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spice!
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