Song of Solomon 8:2

¹  O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised.

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 charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.