1 Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! 'When' I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; Yea, and none would despise me.
2 I would lead thee, 'and' bring thee into my mother's house, Who would instruct me; I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate.
3 His left hand 'should be' under my head, And his right hand should embrace me.
4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, That ye stir not up, nor awake 'my' love, Until he please.
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