Oh that you were like my brother, who nursed from the breasts of my mother!
If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, and no one would despise me.
I would lead you, bringing you into the house of my mother, who would instruct me.
I would have you drink spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.
His left hand would be under my head.
His right hand would embrace me.
I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.