1 Oh that you were like a brother to mewho nursed at my mother’s breasts!If I found you outside, I would kiss you,and none would despise me.
2 I would lead you and bring youinto the house of my mother—she who used to teach me.I would give you spiced wine to drink,the juice of my pomegranate.
3 His left hand is under my head,and his right hand embraces me!
4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up or awaken loveuntil it pleases.