If only you were like my brother
If only you were like a brother to me, one who nursed at my mother's breasts. Then if I found you outside I could kiss you, and nobody would look down on me. I would lead you and bring you into my mother's house, where you would teach me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, from the juice of my pomegranate. His left hand would be under my head, and his right arm would hold me. Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you: don't stir up or wake my love until he pleases. Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her love? Under the apple tree I raised you up. There your mother brought you forth; there she brought you forth who bore you.
If only you were like my brother, who fed at my mother's breasts. When I found you outside, I'd kiss you, and nobody would look down on me. I'd lead you and bring you into my mother's house, who'd teach me. I'd give you spiced wine to drink, of the juice of my pomegranate. His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand would hold me close. I make you swear, daughters of Jerusalem, that you don't stir up or wake my love till she wants to. Who's this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her love? I woke you under the apple tree. That's where your mother brought you out. That's where she brought you out who bore you.
O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised. I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother’s house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate. His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me. I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please. Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee.
If only you were like a brother to me, one who nursed at my mother's breasts. Then if I found you outside I could kiss you, and nobody would look down on me.
If only you were like my brother, who fed at my mother's breasts. When I found you outside, I'd kiss you, and nobody would look down on me.
O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised.
I would lead you and bring you into my mother's house, where you would teach me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, from the juice of my pomegranate.
I'd lead you and bring you into my mother's house, who'd teach me. I'd give you spiced wine to drink, of the juice of my pomegranate.
I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother’s house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
His left hand would be under my head, and his right arm would hold me.
His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand would hold me close.
His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you: don't stir up or wake my love until he pleases.
I make you swear, daughters of Jerusalem, that you don't stir up or wake my love till she wants to.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.
Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her love? Under the apple tree I raised you up. There your mother brought you forth; there she brought you forth who bore you.
Who's this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her love? I woke you under the apple tree. That's where your mother brought you out. That's where she brought you out who bore you.
Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee.
Love is strong as death
Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm. Love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave. Its coals are coals of fire, with a most vehement flame. Many waters cannot quench love, and floods cannot drown it. If a man gave all the wealth of his house for love, it would be utterly despised. We have a little sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What should we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for? If she is a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar. I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. Then he looked at me with delight. Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon. He let out the vineyard to keepers, and each one was to bring a thousand pieces of silver for its fruit. My vineyard, which is mine, is before me. You, Solomon, may have the thousand, and those who keep its fruit two hundred. You who live in the gardens, with friends listening for your voice — let me hear it. Hurry, my love, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
Set me like a seal on your heart, like a seal on your arm. Because love is strong as death. Jealousy is cruel as the grave. Its coals are coals of fire, that has a most fierce flame. Plenty of waters can't put love out, and the floods can't drown it. If a man would give everything in his house for love, it'd be completely looked down on. We've got a little sister, and she's got no breasts. What'll we do for our sister on the day she's spoken for? If she's a wall, we'll build a tower of silver on her. And if she's a door, we'll close her up with boards of cedar. I'm a wall, and my breasts are like towers. Then I was in his eyes like one who found peace. Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He let out the vineyard to keepers. Every one for its fruit was to bring a thousand pieces of silver. My vineyard, that's mine, is in front of me. You can have the thousand, Solomon, and two hundred for the ones who keep its fruit. You who live in the gardens, the mates listen for your voice. Let me hear it. Hurry, my love, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.
Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned. 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? If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar. I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour. Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver. My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred. Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it. Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm. Love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave. Its coals are coals of fire, with a most vehement flame.
Set me like a seal on your heart, like a seal on your arm. Because love is strong as death. Jealousy is cruel as the grave. Its coals are coals of fire, that has a most fierce flame.
Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.
Many waters cannot quench love, and floods cannot drown it. If a man gave all the wealth of his house for love, it would be utterly despised.
Plenty of waters can't put love out, and the floods can't drown it. If a man would give everything in his house for love, it'd be completely looked down on.
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
We have a little sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What should we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for?
We've got a little sister, and she's got no breasts. What'll we do for our sister on the day she's spoken for?
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?
If she is a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
If she's a wall, we'll build a tower of silver on her. And if she's a door, we'll close her up with boards of cedar.
If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.
I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. Then he looked at me with delight.
I'm a wall, and my breasts are like towers. Then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.
I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.
Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon. He let out the vineyard to keepers, and each one was to bring a thousand pieces of silver for its fruit.
Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He let out the vineyard to keepers. Every one for its fruit was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
My vineyard, which is mine, is before me. You, Solomon, may have the thousand, and those who keep its fruit two hundred.
My vineyard, that's mine, is in front of me. You can have the thousand, Solomon, and two hundred for the ones who keep its fruit.
My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
You who live in the gardens, with friends listening for your voice — let me hear it.
You who live in the gardens, the mates listen for your voice. Let me hear it.
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.
Hurry, my love, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
Hurry, my love, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.
Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.