Song of Songs 8:1-4

Modern English Version

8 Oh, that you were like a brother to me,
    who nursed at my mother’s breasts!
If I found you outside,
    I would kiss you,
    and no one would despise me.
² I would lead you and bring you
    into the house of my mother,
    she who used to instruct me.
I would give you spiced wine to drink,
    the juice of my pomegranates.
³ His left hand is under my head,
    and his right arm embraces me!
⁴ I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
    do not stir up or awaken love
    until it pleases.