Song of Songs 8:1-3

New International Reader's Version

8 “I wish you were like a brother to me.
    I wish my mother’s breasts had nursed you.
Then if I found you outside,
    I could kiss you.
    No one would look down on me.
² I’d bring you to my mother’s house.
    She taught me everything I know.
I’d give you spiced wine to drink.
    It’s the juice of my pomegranates.
³ Your left arm is under my head.
    Your right arm is around me.