Song of Songs 8:1-4

1O, that you were like a brother to me, who nursed at my mother’s breasts. If I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.

2I would lead you and bring you into my mother’s house— she who has taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink from the nectar of my pomegranate.

3O that his left hand were under my head, and his right hand embraced me.

4I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, Do not arouse or awaken love until it so delights.