Song of Songs 8:1-8

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.”

5“5Who is this coming up from the wilderness, Leaning on her beloved?” The Bride “Beneath the 6apple tree I awakened you; There your mother went into labor with you, There she was in labor and gave birth to you.6Put me like a seal over your heart, Like a 7seal on your arm. For love is as strong as death, 89Jealousy is as severe as Sheol; Its flames are flames of fire, 10The flame of the Lord.7Many waters cannot quench love, Nor will rivers flood over it; 11If a man were to give all the riches of his house for love, It would be utterly despised.”

8“We have a little sister, And she 12has no breasts; What shall we do for our sister On the day when she is spoken for?