In Context

1 Oh that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, and none would despise me.

2 I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, who would instruct me; I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.

3 His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awaken love, until it please.

5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened thee: there thy mother was in travail with thee, there was she in travail that brought thee forth.

Song of Solomon 8:3 in Other Translations