Song of Songs 8:1 - 8:2

“Oh that you were like a brother to me

Who nursed at my mother’s breasts.

If I found you outside, I would kiss you;

No one would despise me, either.

I would lead you and bring you

Into the house of my mother, who used to teach me;

I would give you spiced wine to drink from the sweet wine of my pomegranates.