8 Oh that thou wert as my brother,
That sucked the breasts of my mother!
When I should find thee without, I would kiss thee;
Yea, and none would despise me.
² I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother’s house,
^[a]Who would instruct me;
I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine,
Of the ^[b]juice of my pomegranate.
³ His left hand should be under my head,
And his right hand should embrace me.