Song of Solomon 8:1-7

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.

⁵ Who is this sweeping in from the desert,
    leaning on her lover?

I aroused you under the apple tree,
    where your mother gave you birth,
    where in great pain she delivered you.
⁶ Place me like a seal over your heart,
    like a seal on your arm.
For love is as strong as death,
    its jealousy^[c] as enduring as the grave.^[d]
Love flashes like fire,
    the brightest kind of flame.
⁷ Many waters cannot quench love,
    nor can rivers drown it.
If a man tried to buy love
    with all his wealth,
    his offer would be utterly scorned.