Song of Songs 8:1

1 If only I could treat you like my brother,[a] one who nursed at my mother's breasts, I would find you in public and kiss you, and no one would scorn me.

Song of Songs 8:1 In-Context

1 If only I could treat you like my brother, one who nursed at my mother's breasts, I would find you in public and kiss you, and no one would scorn me.
2 I would lead you, I would take you, to the house of my mother who taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink from my pomegranate juice.
3 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
4 Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you: do not stir up or awaken love until the appropriate time.
5 Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on the one she loves? I awakened you under the apricot tree. There your mother conceived you; there she conceived and gave you birth.

Footnotes 1

  • [a]. Lit Would that you were like a brother to me
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