Song of Songs 8:1-5

New International Version

8 If only you were to me like a brother,
    who was nursed at my mother’s breasts!
Then, if I found you outside,
    I would kiss you,
    and no one would despise me.
² I would lead you
    and bring you to my mother’s house^(A)—
    she who has taught me.
I would give you spiced wine to drink,
    the nectar of my pomegranates.
³ His left arm is under my head
    and his right arm embraces me.^(B)
4 Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you:
    Do not arouse or awaken love
    until it so desires.^(C)