8 “If only you were like my brother,
Who nursed at my mother’s breasts!
Then if I found you outside, I would kiss you,+
And no one would despise me.
I would give you spiced wine to drink,
The fresh juice of pomegranates.
4 I put you under oath, O daughters of Jerusalem:
Do not try to awaken or arouse love in me until it feels inclined.”+