Song of Songs 8:1-6

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.