If only you were to me like a brother, who was nursed at my mother's breasts! Then, if I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.
I would lead you and bring you to my mother's house1-- she who has taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.
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His left arm is under my head and his right arm embraces me.2
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Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.3
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