Song of Solomon 8:1-4

New Living Translation

8 Oh, I wish you were my brother,
    who nursed at my mother’s breasts.
Then I could kiss you no matter who was watching,
    and no one would criticize me.
² I would bring you to my childhood home,
    and there you would teach me.^[a]
I would give you spiced wine to drink,
    my sweet pomegranate wine.
³ Your left arm would be under my head,
    and your right arm would embrace me.