8 Oh, I wish you were my brother, and no one would criticize me. 2 I would bring you to my childhood home, my sweet pomegranate wine. 3 Your left arm would be under my head, and your right arm would embrace me. 4 Promise me, O women of Jerusalem, not to awaken love until the time is right. 5 Who is this sweeping in from the desert, where in great pain she delivered you. 6 Place me like a seal over your heart, the brightest kind of flame. 7 Many waters cannot quench love, his offer would be utterly scorned. 8 We have a little sister if someone asks to marry her? 9 If she is a virgin, like a wall, we will block her door with a cedar bar. 10 I was a virgin, like a wall; he is delighted with what he sees. 11 Solomon has a vineyard at Baal-hamon, for harvesting its fruit. 12 But my vineyard is mine to give, to those who care for its vines. 13 O my darling, lingering in the gardens, Let me hear it, too! 14 Come away, my love! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.