Song of Songs 8:1-2

Evangelical Heritage Version

8 I wish that you were like a brother to me,
who was nursed at my mother’s breasts.
Then if I would meet you in public,
I could kiss you,
and no one would despise me.
² I would lead you.
I would bring you to my mother’s house
    where she used to teach me.
I would give you spiced wine to drink,
the juice of my pomegranates.