1 O that you were as my brother, that nursed at the breasts of my mother! if I should find you outside, I would kiss you; yea, I would not be despised.
2 I would lead you, and bring you into my mother's house, who had instructed me: I would cause you to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
3 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my love, until it pleases.