Song of Solomon 8:1-7

Common English Bible

8 If only you were as my brother—
        the one who nursed at my mother’s breast.
I would find you in the street and kiss you,
        and no one would shame me for it.
² I would lead you, I would bring you
        to my mother’s house;
        she would teach me what to do.^[a]
I would give you spiced wine to drink,
        some of my fresh pomegranate juice.

⁵ Who is this coming up from the wilderness
        leaning against her lover?

Under the apple tree I aroused you—
        there, where your mother labored with you,
        there where, laboring, she bore you.
⁶ Set me as a seal over your heart,
        as a seal upon your arm,
for love is as strong as death,
        passionate love unrelenting as the grave.^[b]
Its darts are darts of fire—
        divine flame!
⁷ Rushing waters can’t quench love;
        rivers can’t wash it away.
If someone gave
        all his estate in exchange for love,
        he would be laughed to utter shame.