The woman speaks

8 I wish that you were my brother

who ◄nursed at/drank milk from► my mother’s breasts when you were a baby,

because, if you were my brother, if I saw you when you were outside the house,

I could kiss you,

and no one would say that my doing that was wrong.

2 No one would object if I led you to my mother’s house,

to where my mother, who taught me many things, lives.

I would like to take you to my mother’s house because I would like to make love to you [EUP],

and that would be as delightful as [MET] juice squeezed from pomegranates.

3 You would put your left arm under my head

and with your right arm hold me close.

4 I would say to you women of Jerusalem,

“Solemnly promise me

that you will not disturb us while we are making love

until we are ready to quit.”