Song of Songs 8:1-4

1“Oh that you were like a brother to me Who nursed at my mother’s breasts. If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you; No one would despise me, either.2I would lead you and 1bring you Into the house of my mother, who used to instruct me; I would give you spiced wine to drink from the juice of my pomegranates.3Let 2his left hand be under my head, And his right hand embrace me.”

4“3Swear to me, you daughters of Jerusalem: 4Do not disturb or awaken my love Until she pleases.”