Song of Songs 8:1-4

1If only I could treat you like my brother, one who nursed at my mother’s breasts, I would find you in public and kiss you, and no one would scorn me.

2I would lead you, I would take you, to the house of my mother who taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink from the juice of my pomegranate.

3May his left hand be under my head, and his right arm embrace me.

4Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you, do not stir up or awaken love until the appropriate time.