Song of Solomon 8
1 Oh, that you were my brother, that you had nursed at my mother's breasts! When I found you in the street, I would kiss you, and they would not despise me!
2 I would bring you and bring you into my mother's house, and you would teach me, and I would give you spiced wine and the juice of my pomegranates to drink.
3 His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand would embrace me.
4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up or awaken my love until it pleases.
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