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Chapter 8

Oh, if only you were to me like a brother,
    nursed at my mother’s breast.
Then if I met you out of doors,
    I could kiss you
    without people regarding me with scorn.[a]
I would lead you
    and bring you into the home of my mother.
There you would teach me to give you spiced wine to drink
    and the juice of my pomegranates.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Songs 8:1 Without people regarding me with scorn: the bride could show her affection openly and incur no scorn.