Sng 8:1If 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.
Sng 8:2I would lead you and bring you to my mother’s house— she who has taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.
Sng 8:5Friends: Who is this coming up from the wilderness leaning on her beloved? She: Under the apple tree I roused you; there your mother conceived you, there she who was in labor gave you birth.
Sng 8:6Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy[fn] unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame.[fn]
Sng 8:7Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away. If one were to give all the wealth of one’s house for love, it[fn] would be utterly scorned.
