1I wish that you were my brother who ◄nursed at/drank milk from► my mother's breasts when you were a baby, because, if you were my brother, if I saw you when you were outside the house, I could kiss you, and no one would say that my doing that was wrong.
2No one would object if I led you to my mother's house, to where my mother, who taught me many things, lives. I would like to take you to my mother's house because I would like to make love to you EUP, and that would be as delightful as MET juice squeezed from pomegranates.
3You would put your left arm under my head and with your right arm hold me close.
4I would say to you women of Jerusalem, “Solemnly promise me that you will not disturb us while we are making love until we are ready to quit.”
5Who is that woman who is coming up from the desert, ◄leaning on/clinging close to► the man who loves her? I woke you up when you were under the apple tree at the place where your mother conceived you, which is the same place where she gave birth to you.
6Keep me close to you, like SIM a seal on your heart, or like SIM a bracelet on your arm. Our love for each other is as powerful as death, it is as enduring as the grave. It is as though our love for each other bursts into flames and burns like a hot fire.
7Nothing can extinguish our love for each other, not even a flood. If a man tried to cause a woman to love him by saying he would give her everything that is in his house, she would refuse.
8We have a younger sister, and her breasts are stll small. So this is RHQ what we should do for her on the day that we promise some young man that he can marry her:
9If her chest is flat like MET a wall, we will decorate it by putting silver jewels that are like MET towers on it. Or, if she is flat like MET a door, we will decorate her with bits/pieces of cedar wood.
10My chest was previously flat like MET a wall, but now my breasts are big like SIM towers. So the one who loves me is delighted with me.
Song of Songs 8
Song of Songs 8:1-10