8 If only you were as my brother—
        the one who nursed at my mother’s breast.
I would find you in the street and kiss you,
        and no one would shame me for it.
² I would lead you, I would bring you
        to my mother’s house;
        she would teach me what to do.^[a]
I would give you spiced wine to drink,
        some of my fresh pomegranate juice.