1 Oh that you were my brother, who took milk from my mother's breasts! When I came to you in the street, I would give you kisses; yes, I would not be looked down on.

2 I would take you by the hand into my mother's house, and she would be my teacher. I would give you drink of spiced wine, drink of the pomegranate.

3 His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand about me.

4 I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready.

5 Who is this, who comes up from the waste places, resting on her loved one? It was I who made you awake under the apple-tree, where your mother gave you birth; there she was in pain at your birth.

6 Put me as a sign on your heart, as a sign on your arm; love is strong as death, and wrath bitter as the underworld: its coals are coals of fire; violent are its flames.

7 Much water may not put out love, or the deep waters overcome it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would be judged a price not great enough.

8 We have a young sister, and she has no breasts; what are we to do for our sister in the day when she is given to a man?

9 If she is a wall, we will make on her a strong base of silver; and if she is a door, we will let her be shut up with cedar-wood.

10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.

11 Solomon had a vine-garden at Baal-hamon; he let out the vine-garden to keepers; every one had to give a thousand bits of silver for its fruit.

12 My vine-garden, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, will have the thousand, and those who keep the fruit of them two hundred.

13 You who have your resting-place in the gardens, the friends give ear to your voice; make me give ear to it.

14 Come quickly, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of spice.

1 Vajha lennél nékem én atyámfia, ki az én anyámnak emlõjét szopta,

2 Elvinnélek, bevinnélek anyámnak házába,

3 Az õ balkeze az én fejem alatt,

4 Kényszerítlek titeket, Jeruzsálemnek leányai,

5 Kicsoda ez a ki feljõ a pusztából,

6 Tégy engem mintegy pecsétet a te szívedre,

7 Sok vizek el nem olthatnák e szeretetet:

8 Kicsiny húgunk van nékünk,

9 Ha õ kõfal,

10 [Mikor] én [olyan leszek, mint] a kõfal,

11 Szõlõje volt Salamonnak Baálhamonban,

12 Az én szõlõmre, mely én reám néz, nékem gondom lesz:

13 Oh te, a ki lakol a kertekben!

14 Fuss én szerelmesem,